I had a lucid dream at 16yo. that I could fly by flapping my arms. I flew around my neighborhood (in the mountains) and noticed a house with a blue roof at the corner of Pine Ridge and Hook Creek road, back in the late 70’s. The dream was so real. I even went looking for the house, found it, but it didn’t have a blue roof. My teleportation fantasy was crushed. Just a dream, but so real.

Five years later I was a crewman on a forest service Helitack crew. We were dispatched to a lightening strike in my neighborhood. I was hanging out the door of the helicopter looking for smoke, when I suddenly had a dejavue (sp?) experience. I recognized the flight pattern from my dream. I freaked because I could predict the helicopters flight. I predicted accurately the next couple of turns…. I gasped as I looked down, because the house had a blue roof. I just got big goose bumps remembering. Weirdest s**t ever.