It was just just a day like any other. � We were going to see the long awaited Lord of the Rings by Tolkein. � I never read Tolkein's trilogy or the Hobbit because I couldn't keep track of all the characters. � I almost didn't go, being tired and cranky. � Who in their right mind would go to see a three-hour movie?

I forgot about being out of sorts almost the minute the movie started. � The photography, sound, acting, plot, dialogue were all excellent. � And then the elf Legolas came on and a strange sensation immediately came over me. � OK, I thought, the elf is hot - really good looking, now chill. � I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't like that. � I couldn't shake the feeling that I had known him before, or someone like him. � When the movie ended, I shook off the feeling and we left, happily discussing how great it was.

The next few days I felt distracted and unable to concentrate. � I had problems at work. � My lack of verbal skills once more interfered with my ability to perform my job. � Sometimes it's as though people speak to me in a foreign language. � I stopped asking for repetition years ago because, well, it just makes a person mad to have to keep repeating something to my blank stare. � The job was demanding, my staff hated me, and my boss was Satan. � So maybe the movie was the escape I needed. � I wound up seeing it four times. � After each viewing, I had stranger and stranger dreams.

Is it possible to remember a past that happened many years before we were born? � Did elves and dwarves and hobbits once really live? � Maybe it was all a dream inspired by a good looking actor. � Or maybe...well read my story if you wish, and make your own decision.