Time-Release Premonition

Last week, I came across some very old journals where I had written down my dreams. By very old, I mean that I was eighteen when I wrote them. The dreams were pretty interesting, but I can see why I didn't keep up with writing them down. They tended to be so darn complex that it would be like writing a novella. At some point you just have to get on with your day and forget the iridescent aliens who planted that reverse propulsion bomb you had two minutes to diffuse, even if the showgirls had outfits with that fabulous design you really wanted to remember.

One dream of the distinctly not complex variety, though, involved spiders falling on me from the ceiling. As I read the dream account, I remembered dreaming that dream. It was so vivid at the time. Creepy! I put the journals away.

The next day, I gave my father a call to wish him a happy thanksgiving, and we started talking about whatever was up with him. As he was explaining his plans to see my brother, what should happen? A spider dropped down on me from the ceiling! I squealed, slapping at my face like a mad two-year old, trying to get it off of me. The spider fell to the floor and then disappeared under the bed. Don't ask me how, but my father didn't hear my yelps of, "Ack! A spider just fell on me!" and he kept talking.

Okay, that was a strange coincidence. Until the next day.

Kathy and I were sitting at a Fish n' Chips place, our dinner choice so I could feel all London-y with my running Doctor Who theme. While we ate, what should happen? A spider fell right on my face. An icky, gray-black spider, and not a tiny one! I flicked it off and it fell onto our table, next to my food. I flicked it again onto the floor. As I saw it running away I thought, hey buddy, you lost the right to live! I squashed it under my shoe while the rest of the patrons looked on nervously. Personally, I felt justified.

So, what's the deal? I read about a dream from 24 years ago and it plays out two days in a row? What is this - a time-release premonition? A manifesting visualization?

Oh, probably not. I think it's just like my friend Lynne says - the spiders know that I am out to get them, being a newly-minted killer with ninja spider-assassin powers, and they are just striking back. Though, I do wish they wouldn't read over my shoulder to get ideas. NOT FUNNY.

I'm going to start wearing hats indoors. And, um, maybe I'll skip reading about the iridescent aliens with the bomb. I mean, you never know.

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