I Remember a Conversation That Never Happened

I remember a conversation with my father that apparently never happened.

I remember where we were sitting. I remember the weather outside. I remember him telling me not to ignore small signs in life because sometimes they are the only warnings we get.

Years later, I mentioned it to him.

He looked confused and said he had never said that. I thought he was joking, but he insisted. The problem is, I remember the conversation from a time when he was not even in the country. He proved it with old travel photos.

So where did that memory come from?

It does not feel like a dream. It feels exactly like a real memory. Sometimes I wonder if it happened somewhere else, in another version of my life, and somehow stayed with me.