I used to play in a band in the north of Ireland, during the late '70's, early 80's, and we used to be on the road 5-6 nights a week. At this stage, there was only my father, mother, my next eldest sister, and myself, living at home.

Anyway, I was out gigging most nights, and used to arrive in home at varying hours of the night, and early morning. My sister had a part time job working in the restuarant of a local hotel, but her hours were much more predictable than mine, and she used to be home around 2 in the morning.

We lived in a hostile end of town, and locking our front door at night was a procedure that had to be adhered to and given first priority when it concerned my sister and me, who would be home long after my parents had gone to bed.

There were a few locks on our front door, and my father, before he went to bed locked the strongest of them; a huge front-door lock, made by Yale. There were bolt locks on the inside. We had the key to the front door, my sister and I, and when one of us would come home, we would look into each other's room, to see if all hands were accounted for. If I was planning to stay out until the morning, I would normally give my sister a ring at work, and tell her to lock up, etc.

One night I happened to get home before her, and as the car wasn't outside the door, I figured she was still at work; I checked her room, and she wasn't there.
I skipped off to bed, and must have fallen asleep quite quickly.

But I distinctly remember a 'dream' I had, where I was looking down, as if from the rooftops, at the streets surrounding our house below.

I saw our yellow Datsun turn off the main Armagh Road onto Ormond Street, down Coronation Street, into William Street, and then up our street; which I wont name.

My sister came up the street, in my dream, not down, which she usually did; in fact she drove a bit of a roundabout route. I saw her park the car, heard her pull the handbrake up, get out, lock the door, and then go to the boot (trunk). She opened the boot, looked in, and then closed it again, without taking anything out.

She first pulled out what looked like her wallet, and then the front door key.

Inside the house, now, I was 'in front' of her as she went up the stairs and as I saw her turn the handle of my bedroom door, I woke up to see her pop her head around the door.
"Oh", she says. "You're home. Goodnight, then".

I saw the car parked 'up the street', next morning when I got up, and my sister was knocking around as well.
I asked her a bit later about what she did after turning off the Armagh Road, the change of route, opening the boot, etc.

She had done all of that, in that order. My bedroom was at the back of the house, and even if I was awake, I wouldn't have been able to hear the engine of a car, never mind it's handbrake, especially if she was trying to be quiet, as she would have been.
So as far as I can figure it, I had no external stimulus.

Wwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhoooooaaaaaaa!!!!

Spooky init?

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