My dad and I share a birthday and this legendary random glitch.

I may have posted this here before but it just came to my mind and it’s so weird. I love it.<br><br>My dad and I share a birthday (1/1/1937 and 7/9/1967) and have similar senses of humor. This conversation was probably in the late 90s or early 2000s because I remember us using our first cell phones on my dad’s big boat in Florida. This conversation was on a Sunday when he was sailing the boat on Lake Michigan and I was in Northern Florida getting ready for a fishing charter run the next day. There is a gap in our conversation from my end where I had to use the bathroom and the glitch played out from my perspective as if I was watching a future version of my future self. I’m going to represent that first as the problem I encountered and then what actually happened from my perspective.<br><br>Problem I encountered:<br>I was on a fishing charter and I’ve gotta go to the bathroom. I go to the bathroom and there is no toilet paper but I don’t care because, well, I gotta go. I then realize I’m in our home bathroom in Crown Point, IN and that doesn’t make sense because I was in Florida to begin with and was currently on the water. I exit the bathroom and no one is there. Curious. I enter the kitchen and see a piece of paper on the counter but I can’t read it. It has something to do with a party and going to the drug store. I then exit the kitchen and head toward the living room and see myself sleeping on the couch. I get a bit worried at this point. I go outside and walk around the block and see my neighbor who was similar in age to my dad. I explain my issue and he explains that I entered this place in time but it is not my time and I should just do as I’m doing and walk around. Otherwise I would wake myself and be in a lot of pain when the glitch is ended. After a few minutes I am back on my boat in Florida.<br><br>Back to reality:<br>I’m talking with my dad on Lake Michigan and he says he has to go to the bathroom. He goes below deck and is gone for a few minutes. I hear him laughing out loud and come above and ask him what’s going on and how he’s doing. He explains that he was on a boat similar to his but it wasn’t his boat. He entered the bathroom and there was no tissue but he had to go. He then realized he was in his home in Crown Point, IN. He exited the bathroom and no one was home. He went to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. He couldn’t read the note but it had something to do with a party and going to the drug store. He saw himself sleeping on the couch and then he woke up on the boat.<br><br>This is an exact account of what happened to me and my dad in the late 90s or early 2000s. How does this happen?