08-19-2015, 08:52 AM
I am observing myself sitting behind a man in a canoe on a calm lake when something like a licence plate appears in the air behind us with the date August 26, 2014. Yes, 2014. ‘14’ was written in red. The appearance of the man reminded me of Indiana Jones, dressed in brown with the hat. He is paddling; I’m not. We are about to enter a shower of the words ‘Aug 26’; no year.