text: It all started when I rose before the sun on Saturday the 14th, something was off. All I know is that I was being called outside to see the sunrise. I woke Laika up and we went for a walk to catch the rare view of the valley sunrise. There was none. &#x200B; Like I said, we were walking through the clouds. We walked down the runway at old airport down by the river. No one was there, it was just us. This wasn't anything I thought twice about...why would I? It was at sunrise on a cold November morning. I don't even know why I was there. &#x200B; I quite liked the feeling of being the only ones there, it was peaceful and relaxing. I took a photo of a tree that I like, it had a certain look this morning that I had to try and capture. &#x200B; This photo is my only evidence that what happened next actually happened. As you can tell visibility was low, I could only see about 50 yds out. After I took this photo I continued walking and that's when the fresh valley breeze stopped and the temperature dropped noticeably. &#x200B; Laika started acting weird, the kind of weird when you can tell there is something wrong. She was looking in all directions, sniffing frantically. All of a sudden there was someone about 10 ft behind us. I had no idea where they came from, and neither did Laika. &#x200B; As the man got closer Laika got more and more uneasy, which made me uneasy. She was the most friendly dog, to the point she doesn't even bark when someone knocks on the door. She loves people, all of them. Not this one. &#x200B; The person, who appeared to be an elderly man, zoomed past us without acknowledging my courtesy good morning and half smile. This town is small enough for everyone to make small talk while walking past each other. The man just kept his head forward like a Marine in formation with that thousand yard stare. &#x200B; Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. What a relief... Laika felt the same way I did, she came up to me and jumped up to give me some kisses. Everything seemed to go back to normal and we continued walking. &#x200B; We didn't walk 50 yds when we came across the same man. He was talking to himself beside a lamppost. This time I didn't attempt to make eye contact with him. I walked on the other side of the what I will generously call a road. Through my peripheral vision I could tell the man was staring at me, still talking, but now staring. &#x200B; After we passed him, Laika started getting uneasy again, I look back to see what she was seeing. What I saw, gave me the chills. The man was no longer alone. No he had a friend. Same height, same build, same face. I started to walk faster to get the hell away from these guys. &#x200B; After about 2 minutes of nervous power walking I looked back to see if anything or anyone was behind me. There was. The two "men" couldn't be more than 15 ft behind me. I must have jumped pretty hard because the two men reacted simultaneously by reaching for what I initially thought was a gun. &#x200B; This is where things start to get fuzzy. I have memories of what happened next, but the kind of memories that you have when you wake up from a dream. The kind where you can only explain how you felt where the emotion is the only thing you can explain. The weird part is, the memories and emotions don't feel like they're mine. &#x200B; I was weightless, but not floating. There was panic all around me, but it wasn't my panic. I remember feeling liquid dropping all over my body, like I was lying out in the rain. &#x200B; Then I woke up. I was in my house, but not my room. I was in my guest bedroom, and I was fully dressed, shoes and all. Laika was next to me and she looked terrified and was shaking. It was almost like we had the same dream. &#x200B; I got out of bed and tried making sense of it all. I checked the time, 11:23 AM. This put my mind at ease, for some reason prime numbers always made me feel safe. I began to relax a bit and I checked my camera roll on my phone and that's when I saw the photo of the tree, time stamped at 6:41 AM. What happened couldn't have been a dream, but it couldn't have been real either.