Parallel world. Russia

In our real world there are many examples that everything's not as simple as we think. More about this could tell physicists that not only in theory but also in practice, have to deal with the amazing things modern science has yet to explain not. And so long as any publication or thoughts on the subject euphemistically referred to as pseudo-scientific.

As for me, I'm no physicist. Moreover, up to a point I was purely a practical man, and studied at the University in the financial Department. All that interested me, that the dry figures, which are certainly not associated with some there are parallel worlds. And in some period of my life, I regularly began to dream strange dreams. In them I saw myself sitting at a table in front of me was laid out a small card with images on them of various geometric shapes, such as those used in tests for determination of IQ level.

In the dream I knew exactly what I needed to put these cards in separate stacks, according to some strict laws – in fact, it is this pattern I needed to find. From one dream to another I all laid out and laid out these cards until the latest dream, not spread it all the way. That is, I was not sure, but it seems that I have coped with the task.

And I think so because after a few days, when I was walking down the street, with me happened the same story that I want to tell. Suddenly, I was blinded by a bright flash, like someone had splashed me in the eye Sunny Bunny. And... filled with pedestrians and cars and the street was deserted – gone, even those cars that were parked at the sidewalks. As if some huge invisible rubber band suddenly erased it all, leaving only houses and trees.

At first I did not understand what happened. Then – surprised. And after a moment – scared. My horror was compounded by the fact that I heard in the distance some strange hum – it has not increased, but sounded exactly and distinctly, like the sound of the vacuum cleaner. It's hard to describe wandering in my mind at that moment. I even thought I was already dead – what the hell? Suddenly I fell something heavy and killed to death? Here I am now and are in that light. But the world around me looked remarkably real. To some extent it was even more real than the one in which we live. I don't even know how to explain it – paint is that it was brighter?

I've also noticed that the houses and streets look very clean, very new, like someone just washed them. No waste – no leaves, no paper, no cigarette butts – nothing. Brilliant window in the Windows reflected the blue sky, but there were no clouds.

In disbelief I walked down the street, 500 meters across the turned a corner and suddenly again in front of the eyes again flashed the same flash, and I was back in the familiar world – cars, people, smoke, everything was back in its place. Some passer-by, that I suddenly appeared out of nowhere, slipped and crashed into me. There was the usual everyday hustle and bustle – all hurrying about their business. I leaned back against the wall to recover myself.

What was it? Hallucinations? An unexpected blackout or whatever it's called? I'm sick? And not finding a clear answer to these questions, I went home, had dinner, than God has sent, and fell asleep. But sleep long – tossing from side to side and was wondering do I need to go to the doctor, and to what exactly. On the morning of the severity of the incident, smoothed slightly, and I went to the store for groceries. When he passed a few blocks, all over again.

Flash again, and here I am standing not in the middle of the gray of the morning, and drizzling rain – the street is brightly lit and the sky has no clouds. Still the same clean, like just washed the city and anyone around. This time I noticed that the sun in the sky was not a light shone from nowhere. Of course, one would assume that the sun hid behind the houses, but then they would have to cast shadows – and they were not.

In front of me was the door of the supermarket, where I was heading. But in the ordinary world it was equipped with photocells and parted, when her someone was approaching. And now the door was fixed.

Leaning his forehead against the glass, I saw inside the store: nothing unusual, except for the complete lack of people. All the same products on the shelves – products, household chemicals, stand with a fresh press – one of the Newspapers I even considered a date – it was just for today's date. Nearby was a tray with the same Newspapers and magazines. The seller, of course, was not, I went over and picked up one of the magazines, and then went away. But nothing happened and nobody called. In thought I began to walk the perimeter of the shopping center, hoping that I will be able to find some normal door, and it will be unlocked. But was not gone a hundred meters, as returned to your reality the same way.

Out the tray with the press, only now it appeared the seller and I were holding stolen a few moments ago journal. What's happening to me? Legs wouldn't respond, I turned around, looked for a bench, but it was not, and I, exhausted, sat down on the curb of a flower bed. In order not to bore, I will say that this story is beginning to repeat itself with me regularly – several times a month. I even in some way used to his movements and tried to carry out experiments. However, they may not lead to anything.

But I managed to figure out that if, for example, in the world to break something, for example, window glass, THIS world it will remain unharmed. If in THAT world I was taken with him some object, in THIS world, he remained on its original site. And I came back with his double hands. As I understand, in that world there was no electricity – but the food in the refrigerator, if you open it, remained, as expected, cold. Although the bulb is not burned. I've also noticed that lately remain in that world less and less time. May soon be my "travel" at all stops.

Honestly, I'll regret it. I did not understand – neither where it is nor how I go there. Honestly, I don't understand anything. One of my friends – and he, a physicist told me that there is a theory that our world consists of several layers. Simply put, the house and the background is one layer, the people and everything that moves is another. Perhaps there are even deeper layers, which just overlap each other. Roughly the same principle, create a hand-drawn cartoons. And that apparently I somehow fail at the layer below.

However, he told me about it immediately, but only after I, in confirmation of his words brought him OUT of the twin vases, which he brought from a trip to China. Now he's got two vases, which, I must say, very happy.

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