I was possibly just manipulated by a group of 13-year-old boys

I just wanted to share this weird experience I had. I live in a small town in Germany. Over the past year, I've become more and more interested in spirituality and witchcraft, but without any deeper knowledge of these areas. I just like the idea of it.<br><br>I went to a meeting with a person this week who was very interested in the spiritual scene. It was his idea to meditate during our meeting. I had never meditated before, but I agreed to try it once. Maybe it will give me a new perspective on the world, I thought. Then my acquaintance fell asleep while meditating. I meditated for a while before he woke up and told me that he had received a message for me during his sleep, which he wanted to pass on to me. I had no idea what to think of it, but I thought, "Okay, let's just listen to what he has to do."<br><br>The message was that I should look out for a red-haired old man with a red beard, as he might have something to do with me. I thought it was silly, but I let him finish. Then he told me which path I should take on my way home. He made a little map for me and told me, "This way you'll have the best view of the lake." I thought, "Okay, this way I'll have the best view of the lake. It's true. And I need some fresh air anyway." So I decided to take his suggested route home. And, you know, I had a great view of the lake. It was perfect.<br><br>While I was walking, I thought, possibly influenced by the meditation, "Is there a connection between these coincidences or is it just my imagination playing tricks on me?" As I thought this, I saw a red-haired old man. Just like the one my friend had told me about.<br><br>I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. He sat on a bench at a bend in the road. He looked drunk. I thought, "Okay, I can't just ignore him now. I have to talk to him." So I approached him and said, "Hello, you look a bit drunk. Do you need any help?" He offered me some whiskey, and I thought, "Well, I don't drink whiskey, but maybe I should just try it to see if it really is whiskey."<br><br>Ewww, there was a hair in the bottle! I thought, "Okay, it's probably just his hair." But I had a strange feeling about it. When he said I should drink up, I decided to leave, because I didn't recognize the drink. He tried to grab my arm, but I was able to shake him off. I was incredibly lucky, I thought. I made my way home, still shaken by the incident.<br><br>Once I was in my own home, I couldn't get it out of my head that it might not have been a coincidence. I kept thinking about it. When I couldn't sleep this morning, I decided to look at Google Maps again to see which route I had taken. When I compared the routes, I saw that the difference in length was just a few meters. <br><br>I was mad at myself for blindly following my friend's instructions. So I looked up my friend on Google Maps. And what did I find there? A group of 13-year-old boys sitting on a bench on Google Maps, the same bench where the red-haired old man sat. That was when I realized that my friend had been playing a prank on me. I couldn't help but laugh.