Garnetsilver, that was thinking fast on your feet with the pregnant lady?
Not too long ago I had an encounter with ancestors I never met. I knew it was not a lucid dream because but images looked like they were shot on different film.
Sort of like you can tell the difference in a cowboy movie made in the 1930s versus the 1950s were the 1970s or Tombstone.
My Swedish ancestors came to Chicago before the turn of the last century.
Let's just call the year 1890, I was standing on a long lawn leading out to a large lake. The grass look like it was cut with a sickle bar. Purple and yellow wildflowers were all around. My great great grandpa and his brothers and wives and children were playing music on a piano and violins, and the Sun was shining and it was a very good place. They recognized me and waved.
I turned around and went to the big house with the big kitchen in the back. It look like my great grandma's 1950s kitchen that I remember as a kid. Auqa and pink tile.
Only there was no electricity or gas to cook with. I remember my mom and my cousin Dorothy cooking with some other relatives that I never met. It may have been my grandma that I never met.
I offered to help with the dishes.
And that was it.