"Alright! I forgot about the Festival, I don't have to work all day!"
But where did that thought and happy feeling come from?
It wasn't from me, I have to work all day and there is no Festival.
I tried to stop and just pay attention for a second.
It felt like the same place, but like a different time, an older time. It seemed like I could smell a lot of smoke in the air but it smelled like firewood burning, almost pleasant. It reminded me of a cross between a Medieval Fair and Silver Dollar City, a time before electricity.
Then, a few days later.
Just a few minutes ago I was outside and it was like I suddenly felt that same way and caught myself thinking happily and excitedly:
"Oh, yeah today is the Festival, I don't have to work all day, just do the bare necessities."
Then it was back to normal.
"There's no Festival, and I do have to work all day."
I know how crazy all this sounds.
I've never given much thought to other dimensions, I don't know if it's something like that, or if it's a psychic thing or maybe my imagination is on steroids, I don't know.
I've never had experiences like this before.