Story time /x/ , I'm still shitting bricks so I may as well

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Story time /x/ , I'm still shitting bricks so I may as well share the experience:
>on vacation with gf
>having dinner at a fancy restaurant
>60 year old dude with a tracksuit who looks exactly like Robbie Williams enters
>sits on my table casually as if we're friends
>he asks my name
>I tell him it's Patrick, my actual name is Pierre
>the man grins and says, are you sure it's not Pierre?
>I shrug it off, he could have heard it from anyone
>so fucking Robbie Williams says that my girlfriend is pregnant, it's impossible that someone told him because it was a secret between me and her
>I start getting uncomfortable
>He tells me to chill and whips his hair
>a small horn is sticking out of his forehead
>''I'm a weird mixture of Nostradamus and Baba Vanga(google her).''
>''You should carry a gun with you, a war is coming, churches will be burned down and something else will be built on their place.''
>I assume he's talking nonsense at this point
>He starts crying and holds my hand and says ''Save your family Pierre, you're good people. It hurts me to see good people die.''
>I tell him to fuck off
>He drinks my glass of wine and says that we'll meet at the void

Many sleepless nights to be had.