Years later, I was travelling upstate with my parents.� We were driving back home from my Uncle's house in Sharon Springs.� When we got to the Hopewell Junction area, my father turned down a deserted street.� On the street were overgrown trees.� There was a dilapadated house on the left.� Also, there was another building on the right that was small.� I thought that it was a school house.� Then I immediately had a deja vu.
I saw a woman infront of our car dressed in an old victorian wedding gown.� She was being greeted by a postman wearing an old time uniform and pushing a wooden cart.� There was an area to tie up horses near the building on the right which was a post office.� The house on the left looked beautiful.� It was no longer dilapadated but very well kept. There was a garden in front of the house and a white picket fence.� There were hardly any trees except for 2 that grew on the encumberance of the sidewalk.� I noticed 2 barns in the distance.�
Then I came out of it.� I was back in the present.� The woman and postman wasn't infront of the car.� I noticed the dilapadated house.� I tried to see if I could see the 2 barns in the distance.� The trees were so overgrown that I was only able to see the outline of one of them. The area where the horses were tied up to, I noticed the post and log were on the ground, rotted away. I would never have thought to look there if it wasn't for the deja vu.� The post office no longer had paint or stenciling on it.� Then I looked infront of the house and noticed an overgrown rose bush growing near a tree.� I also noticed bits and pieces of a picket fence on the ground.� I would have never thought of looking for these things if it wasn't for the deja vu.� Then I looked at my parents, who were sitting in the front seat.� My mother was looking around...somewhat bored.� But my father had a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.� He was looking directly infront of the car at where the bride and postman was.� Then he looked over to where the horses were and then at the house and gardens.� I realized that he had the deja vu too.� He too had looked where the horses had been when he came out of it.� He also looked for the evidence of the picket fence and noticed the overgrown rose.
It was the most bizarre thing that ever happened to me.� Seeing that my father had the same experience as me made me realize that this woman was once me in a past life.� It made me believe in reincarnation.
