Robert of Fairborn, Ohio had a reality shift—or Alternate Reality spacetime shift— in 1972 when he was seventeen-years-old.
He was pulling out of a gas station onto the single road leading home.
His father passed him going the other direction in his ’64 Mercury, wearing his postal shirt with the old red Pony Express patch. “I clearly saw his face, the car, and the shirt,” says Robert.
But when he arrived home, his dad was there and had never left.