When I was about 21, I had a roommate in college who shared many of the same interests as me. Our experience in the weird started one night in the summertime when she came to wake me up for supper and was calling softly, so as not to scare me awake. I woke up with a start, like she had screamed instead, gasping for breath. I had been dreaming that she and I were in England with our boyfriends (who were actually people we'd never met before) and we had just had a horrific car wreck. I explained it to her as we ate supper.

The next morning she came to me wide-eyed, and asked me details about the dream and the people in it. Her dream matched what I had dreamed. This went on the entire summer, trading off dreams. We jokingly called it our "Saga." I could draw out room layouts that I had dreamed and she could describe it exactly as I'd drawn it. Little details were matching. It was bizarre but fun, in a way.

There was a short break in the dreams when she went to England for a trip. But one day she called me from there and woke me up from the oddest dream I'd had, where I was in this strange place, a store with odd little curios and statuettes. I kept trying to see a clock in my dream but all the clocks were fuzzy or the times on them would change rapidly with no pattern. Turns out, she was in that shop a few moments before calling me. Perhaps the problem with the clocks was the difference in time zone between here and there. Our dreams ended after that summer but echoes of them pop up here and there still today, years later.