Is there another me out there? Maybe even four or five of me? As I’ve written many times before, I believe people can be psychic in various ways including dream premonitions because I’ve had them. Yet I don’t know if there are gods, ghosts, angels, devils, or any kind of an afterlife because I’ve never had any concrete experiences to suggest these things exist.

But when I was reading about the parallel worlds theory I found it really fascinating. Not only that, but I think that if I’m inclined to believe in anything at all, it would be that as opposed to reincarnation. Many of my dreams have seemed incredibly vivid and detailed. Like I swear I know the places I visit in my dreams even though I don’t. I’ve often woken up with a sense of knowing I’ve been there before, but knowing it’s not a memory from a past life or anything like that either given how modern the places are and other things. I know that some people believe that dreams are glimpses into past lives, but I believe they’re a combination of the brain defragmenting, things that have been on our minds, and for some of us, glimpses into the future sent from who knows who/where.

Now I’m wondering if there’s a possibility that they could also be glimpses into parallel lives of ours. It may sound silly, but in some ways, the idea makes as much sense as it doesn’t. My research suggests there are several copies of ourselves living similar lives on similar timelines but with a few twists and variations. This also makes sense when I consider that in some of the dreams Tom has died, in others, my parents are still alive, and then there are some dreams where I don’t even know Tom at all. It seems likely that if this parallel world thing has any truth to it we more than likely know the same people, but perhaps in different ways and under different circumstances. I think it’s likely that we’ve lived in the same places geographically speaking, and I don’t know if we have the same names. If my name is Jodi in my dreams, and people don’t usually address me by any name at all in most of the dreams, then I would think that my other “selves” have different last names. This is because according to my research, there are only two other people with my name and spelling, a woman in Ohio, and a man in Canada.

In some of the dreams, we’re still renting from Jesse but the place we’re renting doesn’t look like the trailer we actually rented from 2008-2013. I also still dream of Nane at times and wonder if we might have actually met face-to-face if any of these parallel lives actually do exist. I dreamt of both her and Jesse last night. Either way, neither one has exactly been on my mind, and I find it hard to believe they’re parts of my brain defragmenting. Not only are the dreams very vivid and detailed, but I would think the fragmenting would be mostly about current memories. Why would my brain need to defragment Jesse when we haven’t rented from him in four years? And why would it need to defragment a cyber friend that I haven’t been friends with in a few years?

Definitely makes me wonder, though I can’t say for sure that I believe or disbelieve the parallel worlds theory. I just think it’s more likely and possible as opposed to some other theories.

The dream with Nane only lasted a second. It was too quick to really remember it. Same as the dream Tammy was in. I know they were both there, but I don’t remember the details.

Then there was some dream about Tom ordering me a ton of candy that was supposed to arrive on the 29th, LOL. Definitely something I don’t need.

In the last dream, we were renting from Jesse, but as usual, the trailer looked a little different. You couldn’t see any houses from the real one, but this one had a deck in back. I went out onto it and looked down a hill and toward the left. There was a house with a paved driveway in which a lake surrounded it.

Then I went back inside and discovered that someone had been in the trailer while I was on the deck. I figured it was Jesse.

Next, it was nighttime and I was waiting for Tom when I sensed someone lurking outside. These doors had chain locks. I put the chain on one door and just as I was about to chain the other door, I heard a gruff voice say, “Let me in!”

That’s all I remember from last night’s dreams. If any of the dreams I’ve ever had have meaning to them, then some of my other selves might have been murdered. I still remember a very vivid dream when I was in my early 20s of someone slitting my throat behind an apartment complex I lived in back east. I awoke right as the knife was brought to my neck, so I might have actually survived. shrugs who knows, and who knows if we really do live parallel lives?

Busy day in store for me. Already got my exercise out of the way since we went out after midnight. It was chilly and breezy and felt more like mid-to-late September instead of early August. I might still do some weight lifting later and work on my core a bit, too.

Still running stories through Grammarly but I haven’t started the huge editing task of going through the stories that I want to submit for publication. I’ll start that in a couple of weeks, plus I’m going to run old journals through Grammarly, even if it’s stuff others may never see.

Amazon Publishing now has an option for paperbacks as well as e-books, which they print on demand. Because many of my stories are short stories I’m not going to bother with that. I’m just going to keep it digital.

I have a slight headache today too, but I haven’t taken anything for it. It’s actually more like a concentrated throbbing pain that I feel on the side of my head on and off, so it’s a little different than what I felt yesterday.

After a week of taking my thyroid meds daily, I’m already starting to experience anxiety and partial runs. No making the mistake this time of hoping that it’s just a fluke and I’ll be fine tomorrow. It’s not a fluke and I’m not going to be fine. If I keep taking the meds every day the anxiety will escalate into having my ass parked on the toilet 50 times a day, my heart racing its ass off, and me being scared to be alone as waves of anxiety stab at my chest. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m done with that shit. I wish to hell I could tolerate it because then I would lose my extra weight easily. So yeah, it’s the meds, not the peri.

It kind of makes sense that it would only take a week for me to run into trouble these days because not only does the body have memory, but if my TSH can jump from 7 to 16 after just three skips, then 7-8 doses can certainly push it back down there. When you’re not starting from scratch (meaning zero medication) and you’ve been there before, you can get back there faster in the future. It only took a week before I started having trouble when Doc O started me on 88s. So, since it only takes a week to get my numbers to a less worrisome place for my doctor but without enough time to really put myself out, I won’t take the medication daily until a week before labs. That’s a few weeks away, so for the next couple of weeks, it’s back to alternate skips.