Yes, here's an example: I meet some folks that seem strangely like family, but they are very different from me and the family i grew up with. I recognize their set of information as identical to a set of information i have within me, but until i meet them, there is no way for me to understand my set of information that bears no symmetries to my environment, family or any of my friends that i grew up with. At 7 years old i have a vivid dream of a Hispanic man i have never seen. He's crying and telling me that something i've done has caused the ruination of his education, his career and life, but i cannot determine what it is and i cannot speak in the dream to ask him what it is. After 41 years, this is a still vivid memory, i'm 48 and living in Colorado for the last 18 months, hanging out in a bar and hoping to get a job there as a bartender.
On May 10, 2010 i left California for Colorado and i had another one of those very rare vivid dreams,just days before leaving Cali. It seemed to be showing Colorado from the beginning to the end of my stay there, like a long all night movie. Lo and behold, the first incident from the dream was getting pulled over by the state troopers, just inside the Colorado state line, let go without a ticket, then saw Grand Junction where i stopped for gas with it's long loopback detour to get back on I 70 East and just crawling with sheriffs and cops at the moment of my passing through, JUST like in the dream.
I had many such instances of recognizing people and places from that dream.
On November 19, 2011 at 12:00 noon this guy comes through the bar looking for his sister who is a fairly regular customer. She's not there, so he leaves. At 2 PM he comes back and comes directly toward me, (oh, sh*t) why am i afraid? He's not big or threatening in any way and very soft speaking. He also happens to be vaguely Hispanic. He asks if i remember him and i say "yes, you're *****, ***'s brother, i remember i met you in August for just a brief moment, how are you?" The next thing he says is really the strangest thing i've ever heard. He immediately says "(My name), I'm having a problem you might know something about and can help me with, would you please come to my home with me, so we can have a drink and discuss it there."
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Now i'm more afraid, still don't know why. All i can think of to say is "THIS IS HIGHLY IRREGULAR. Can't we just go to the other bar up the street?"
He said he didn't want to air his business at the bar at all. Now right here, the bartender who has known and worked with this guy for twenty years tells me he's completely OK and tells me to go ahead, don't worry about a thing. When we go inside his apartment, BOOM! i recognize it immediately! What do not see is why i would have any reason to be afraid of him in his surroundings. it all looks really nice and well kept. I gradually lose my fear and think he's a really nice guy after all. The dream gave NO indication that he was dangerous either and i quickly recognized him, categorized as "the nice man" from my dream just before coming to Colorado. I DO NOT recognize him from my dream from my childhood, but for some reason that's the farthest thing from my mind. I began to spend more time with him and he was mentoring me on how to be more mature, Real and Honest. Why? Because he could see i wasn't really any of those things - FACTUAL and correct.
He asked me a very personal question about my sexuality to which i obviously lied, but he appeared to be kind and gentle about it at first.
On December 26, after about 6 weeks of keeping up this lie he really caught me up and gave me the business over just about everything i was doing. His anger boiled over and as i tried to leave he became violent and i could not get away from him at all until i let my jacket slip over my head as he was holding onto it instead of me. I called the police and filed an autographed report against him for assault and didn't see him for three days. On December 29, 2011 i saw him again and we had a calm discussion about what had happened and he asked me if i had signed that police report. Yes.
"(My name), By signing that report, do you know what you've done? "
(In Colorado it's impossible to withdraw a criminal assault charge if you have filed a signed complaint)
" This has ruined everything! my school, my career, my whole life! "
And he was crying.
I stayed around him after his time in jail and tried to help him reconstruct his life, but it was pretty much impossible. As i spent more time around him i got to know more about him and this is when i found out how similar we were in some profound ways. I discovered that my mysterious set of information was a match for him and his family. I also met his deceased father, by actually putting on the man's ring he had left to my friend before he died in 1998. Why did i even do that? i have no idea.
Dad was a distinctly recognizable presence and he showed me something amazing and real and as awake and alert can possibly be. This presence wanted me to go to the bar up the street and to do it immediately, so i went, wondering what i might see. Sure enough in about a minute a man at the bar with Dad's same first name began to describe how he had addressed a disrespectful colleague at the college where he worked that day. I already knew what my friend sounded like and apparently, now i was getting to hear what Dad sounded like when he was alive! It turns out that Dad drove me to go to the genealogy dpt. of the city library. In the records i found a branch of my genetic relatives under MY full name. My great great uncle came to the town in 1871 and his descendants showed to be living there as of the 1940 census. I also learned where My grandfather's oldest brother AND my middle name came from for the first time!
How did i come by this? By looking up my friends ancestry first, NOT mine! I also got my friend's dad's name, with a middle initial E. ... pretty weird, but at this point, business as "usual" ??
So, ...ok, i'll just ask him, it seems to work.
I say "Dad, what's your middle name?"
Dad: "Ephraim."
I immediately headed from the library for my friend's sister after that,
(he was in trouble again and unavailable for comment)
hoping to find her at her favorite haunt - Bingo!
I ask:
"(Her name), What's your dad's middle name?"
Her: "Ephraim".
She had NO IDEA where i had just arrived from.