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different life on a parallel earth( real)

Good morning everyone (stargate sensation feeling)

I have just got back from visiting myself and my sister on a parallel earth ๐ŸŒŽ.
Everything is real identical with slight differences.
In this parallel earth ๐ŸŒŽ, I look in my 20s  my sister is slightly older but still my sister.
At the present moment in time my sister is pregnant ๐Ÿคฐ and in a relationship with a guy that looks like George Clooney actually his name is Richard Dumont. Myself I am married to (guess), you know already (Gary).
We have been married for not long from what I know.
All of us are living together in a house which we have jointly purchased.
Description of the house is a semi detached house, large front garden with a bench.
White front door with the number in black 221 street name Curzon Street.
Not sure where this place is in parallel earth UK.
There is a castle at the back of the houses on the other side, castle is rectangle in shape all in grey stone. (I will try and find an image on Google which is a similar description to what I could see). 
The street has one side where you can park vehicles.
Richard and Gary share one black car saloon style,
Gary has a teal blue honda cr1000 cc motorbike.
From what I can see we are comfortably well off 
Well Richard and Gary are chefs in this restaurant they work at.
My sister being pregnant has a craving for ice cream and her craving are really weird.
There's a local shop around the corner where we has just come from to get her craving fix of the most disturbing disgusting flavoured ice cream in a biscuit sandwich. (You know the ones I mean can't remember the name of them).
The flavours are cheese and tomato, as well as sock (yes it said sock on the paper wrapper) and chocolate flavour.
At the present that is all she wants to eat ice cream.
That poor unborn child will be frozen lol...
Walking back from the local shop, (shops name is lo-cost). Red front huge sign.
Across the road we see Richard and Gary laughing while waiting for us to come back.
Richard is dark haired, goatie beard tall 5' 11" not my type but he takes care of my sister.
He recently bought her a kitten strange little thing rescued it from a dumbed sofa.
Now she call it LILU.
This to me proves multiverses parallel universes exist.
Not 5d earth at all very much living a different life in a different time.
I suppose it's living in the (twilight zone).
Going back to describing where I was and what people were wearing.
My sister being pregnant not heavily pregnant wore a black and white patterned dress white trainers no socks, hair as usual long and no smoking.
Gary was wearing his dirty chefs clothing white with bits of food wiped and splashed over it.
Richard looked exactly the same, sitting on this bench looking happy.
The day was sunny not much clouds and warm.
Myself I could make out what I was wearing blue shorts and a white t-shirt, on this earth I have short hair and I sensed I'm a boyish person again.
But all I can say is I was happy, well loved and cared for.
Not sure if I had any children couldn't see any.
Real but different from here.
It certainly wasn't a dream. 

Below is what is similar to the castle I could see behind the houses on this street.
May not have been this exact castle but it looked like it 


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