We were driving west along a state highway in northern California. Just kind of staying alert enough to keep the car aimed in the right direction. The scenery was nice and green and hilly but nothing spectacular. We had driven the same road countless times.
All of a sudden my wife said, “Now that’s strange!”
I glanced over at her and saw that she was looking intently out the window at something.
“Hey,” she said. “Can you pull the car over and stop on the shoulder?”
I pulled over and asked, “What’s up?”
“The water in that creek. It’s flowing in the wrong direction. We’re going downhill but it’s going uphill”
Sure enough the creek, which should have been flowing in the same direction we were traveling, was now flowing in the opposite direction. We got out of the car for a closer look. There was a strangeness in the air. Total quiet prevailed. Even the energetic little creek was making no sound. No birds flying around and no traffic on the road. It was as if we were in or at least on the edge of a different world. I noticed the hair was standing up on the back of my neck. My wife broke out in goosebumps. We quickly decided it would be a good idea to return to the car and get the heck away from there. Within a very short distance we observed that the water was again flowing in the right direction and things seemed normal.
Were we at a place where there was a dimensional shift or maybe a parallel world overlap? I don’t really know. We’ve come across a number of strange places in the foothills and mountains of the west. Places where the air shimmered and there was the feeling of an unseen presence nearby. I’ve heard them called portals or doors to other realms. Some of them have felt positive and light filled while other ones have had a dark, alien feeling.
We’ve tried to keep a healthy distance from all of them although on occasion we’ve been a lot closer than was comfortable.