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Hi, I often dream of parallel universes and stuff. So this is my diary for today's event. I do not fabricate or imagine. I just write things as they happen and how they happen to me.


November 6th, 2025.

I found myself in a parallel universe. Strangely, the setting of my house here resembled the place I used to live in Nigeria back in this normal universe. There was a tailor in this world; someone who’s alive here but not in our original reality. He made clothes for my father and operated from a small shack. My father seems very young playful and somewhat naive in this universe

My father took me to him for measurements, but something felt off. The tailor remained deep inside the shack and kept calling me to come in. I refused, telling him to come outside instead, claiming I was claustrophobic and asthmatic; conditions I don’t actually have here in the original universe. His insistence felt sinister. He kept beckoning me inward, but I stood my ground, repeating that he should come out.

At one point, my father tried to persuade me to go inside, but I still refused. Neither the tailor nor I would budge, so I decided to leave. That’s when the tailor’s apprentice showed up, visibly angry. He confronted the tailor, questioning why he wouldn’t come out to take my measurements unless he had something shady planned. The tailor still refused, and I walked away.

Back home, I told my mom what had happened. She was very different in this universe; she had a noticeably large bum, darker skinned, younger, more gentler and looked entirely different from the one I know here in my original universe. I also had two younger sisters, probably around 5 to 8 years old. They’d inherited the same physical trait from her. I explained to my mom how I suspected the tailor of having sinister intentions and how my father seemed too naive to recognize evil. I even prayed for my father to gain spiritual discernment.

As we left the room where the whole family had gathered, I called my two younger sisters to come along. While we walked and talked, one of them began telling me about her school and future career plans. In this universe, schools apparently determine your career path from nursery level. So it seems as a child, you would have chosen a career path which the education system is designed to train and guide you specifically toward that chosen profession you made as a child. This means that as a child, you must choose your future profession. Let's say you chose to be a 'doctor', once this choice is made, everything about the schooling from nursery to secondary school is specifically tailored for you to become a doctor.

Well in this world my sister said she wanted to become a vet and sell food for cats; and that she’d chosen the University of Warrington.

Then I woke up.

PS: I swear, I can’t even make this up. I had to search online for a University of Warrington and there’s no existence of a University of Warrington in this reality. This is wild.

This experiences are too complex to imagine

These days, I genuinely believe that some of our dreams aren’t just products of imagination, but actual glimpses into the lives of our alternate selves , versions of us existing in other realities or universes mostly due to the vivid and precognitive dreams I dream of and experience. What really strengthened this belief for me was hearing about how breakthroughs in quantum computing suggest possible links or communication across parallel universes/ alternate realities , which is something that’s deeply rooted in quantum mechanics..

I once had a dream that seemed to embody the Many-Worlds Interpretation, where I observed an alternate version of myself living out the choices I didn’t make in this reality. It was as if every path I didn’t take in my life exists somewhere else, and my alternate self experiences the consequences of those decisions in a parallel universe.

Lately, I’ve begun to believe that when we die, our consciousness and soul don’t simply go to heaven or hell. Instead, they might shift or merge into another version of ourselves in an alternate reality. In a way, it’s like a fusion of quantum immortality and reincarnation, where both mind and soul continue to exist in another branch of the universe/alternate realities, and mind u am a Christian

Teenwolf:
These days, I genuinely believe that some of our dreams aren’t just products of imagination, but actual glimpses into the lives of our alternate selves , versions of us existing in other realities or universes mostly due to the vivid and precognitive dreams I dream of and experience. What really strengthened this belief for me was hearing about how breakthroughs in quantum computing suggest possible links or communication across parallel universes/ alternate realities , which is something that’s deeply rooted in quantum mechanics..

I once had a dream that seemed to embody the Many-Worlds Interpretation, where I observed an alternate version of myself living out the choices I didn’t make in this reality. It was as if every path I didn’t take in my life exists somewhere else, and my alternate self experiences the consequences of those decisions in a parallel universe.

Lately, I’ve begun to believe that when we die, our consciousness and soul don’t simply go to heaven or hell. Instead, they might shift or merge into another version of ourselves in an alternate reality. In a way, it’s like a fusion of reincarnation and quantum immortality, where both mind and soul continue to exist in another branch of the universe/alternate realities, and mind u am a Christian

Exactly, I’ve started to write a book on this. I know to some people it would be sounding more a taboo but deep within ourselves we can subtly tell that dying like dreaming- leads to some sort of fusion with other existing branches of different realities as you mentioned. My research has led me down a deep path especially on the nature of consciousness in relation to sense of self- which are two entirely different pathways

Yeah, I get what you mean. The more I look into this, the more it feels like consciousness isn’t just stuck in one timeline. Some dreams feel too real and too specific to be just imagination. And when you connect that with what quantum physics says about branching realities, it really makes you wonder if we’re tapping into versions of ourselves that already exist.

superemmy:
Exactly, I’ve started to write a book on this. I know to some people it would be sounding more a taboo but deep within ourselves we can subtly tell that dying like dreaming- leads to some sort of fusion with other existing branches of different realities as you mentioned. My research has led me down a deep path especially on the nature of consciousness in relation to sense of self- which are two entirely different pathways

Teenwolf:
Yeah, I get what you mean. The more I look into this, the more it feels like consciousness isn’t just stuck in one timeline. Some dreams feel too real and too specific to be just imagination. And when you connect that with what quantum physics says about branching realities, it really makes you wonder if we’re tapping into versions of ourselves that already exist.

I just had one today which I'm posting. This is what happened

November 17th 2025. I'm in a parallel universe. Here, I'm younger and in a School, a University. Here, we are having some sort of a final year exam. It’s called “Veritas Exams”.

The exams were taken on two sides of the institution building and before you write the exams, you're allowed to choose where to have it. I had chosen to be on the North side while taking the exams. Notwithstanding, during the exams, I seemed to have completed all the objective questions on one side of the paper while I didn’t finish up on opposite side of the question paper due to overconfidence. I seemed to have requested a change of scenery to move to the south side of the building to complete my exams. To which the invigilator said that I could do.

So it appears I stood up and took permission to go to the other side to complete the exam. As soon as I got to the other side of the building the invigilator on the south side asked me ‘what I was doing moving around during examination hours?’. I told him I was allowed to come to this side of the building to complete my exams but instead he seized my script and waves it to the audience and mutters somethings about ‘malpractice’ and then goes on to collect everyone’s paper as he says times up. I was too stunned to argue. As I went after him, he collected everyone’s paper and walked away.

Then there were students who were telling me how cool he was and how he gave them enough time for the exams, and how he even seemed to be laughing and joking with them meanwhile he was much more aggressive towards me.

As people filed out from the hall, a lady walked up to me explaining, how there were also questions at the back of the question sheet which she showed me. I saw the questions and it was English - like filling in the gaps kind of questions.

The questions appeared like a complete the sentence correctly Subjective exam. It was about replacing an empty ’_______’ with ‘being able to’ and ‘________’ with ‘kind of’ when appropriate statement.

After seeing the questions at the back of the sheet, it was already at moment that I was at the point of tears because I felt I had botched this exam. Guess what I woke up and indeed one of my eyes was teary today.

PS: I had to look up the internet if there was anything like veritas exam or even the word ‘Veritas’ - And this is what I found.

You might be a seeing younger version of yourself in an alternate reality.Have you ever had a dream set in a place you’ve never seen in your waking life, and then, after waking up and going back to sleep and dream again, you find yourself in that exact same location again? It’s hard for me to believe the brain can recreate such detailed, consistent environments so perfectly. Experiences like that are part of why I think some dreams might be glimpses into parallel realities of our alternate selves.
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superemmy:
I just had one today which I'm posting. This is what happened

November 17th 2025. I'm in a parallel universe. Here, I'm younger and in a School, a University. Here, we are having some sort of a final year exam. It’s called “Veritas Exams”.

The exams were taken on two sides of the institution building and before you write the exams, you're allowed to choose where to have it. I had chosen to be on the North side while taking the exams. Notwithstanding, during the exams, I seemed to have completed all the objective questions on one side of the paper while I didn’t finish up on opposite side of the question paper due to overconfidence. I seemed to have requested a change of scenery to move to the south side of the building to complete my exams. To which the invigilator said that I could do.

So it appears I stood up and took permission to go to the other side to complete the exam. As soon as I got to the other side of the building the invigilator on the south side asked me ‘what I was doing moving around during examination hours?’. I told him I was allowed to come to this side of the building to complete my exams but instead he seized my script and waves it to the audience and mutters somethings about ‘malpractice’ and then goes on to collect everyone’s paper as he says times up. I was too stunned to argue. As I went after him, he collected everyone’s paper and walked away.

Then there were students who were telling me how cool he was and how he gave them enough time for the exams, and how he even seemed to be laughing and joking with them meanwhile he was much more aggressive towards me.

As people filed out from the hall, a lady walked up to me explaining, how there were also questions at the back of the question sheet which she showed me. I saw the questions and it was English - like filling in the gaps kind of questions.

The questions appeared like a complete the sentence correctly Subjective exam. It was about replacing an empty ’_______’ with ‘being able to’ and ‘________’ with ‘kind of’ when appropriate statement.

After seeing the questions at the back of the sheet, it was already at moment that I was at the point of tears because I felt I had botched this exam. Guess what I woke up and indeed one of my eyes was teary today.

PS: I had to look up the internet if there was anything like veritas exam or even the word ‘Veritas’ - And this is what I found.

Teenwolf:
You might be a seeing younger version of yourself in an alternate reality.Have you ever had a dream set in a place you’ve never seen in your waking life, and then, after waking up and going back to sleep and dream again, you find yourself in that exact same location again? It’s hard for me to believe the brain can recreate such detailed, consistent environments so perfectly. Experiences like that are part of why I think some dreams might be glimpses into parallel realities of our alternate selves.
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This is what happens and has been happening to me most of my life. I have so many detailed experiences. I always write them on Quora though as a journal. I've been doing and documenting this for years now