Remembering the past

As I walk along my beautiful path, sometimes strange images pop into my mind that are very familiar and clear, but never happened. I dive into myself to see them more clearly, to comprehend them. And I enter another world. The world of my future. When I take it over, it turns from fantasy into reality. What remains to be understood is, who laid the brick on which I am building my life? It is like the question when I stroke myself on the head - is my hand stroking me or am I being stroked? These are the circles we walk and sometimes we need to believe.