Yesterday's date contained the numbers 12345. I noticed as I was drifting off to sleep and thinking it was after midnight, I actually thought it was todays date. On a day like that you have to have an interesting experience, it's mandatory.
It happened while walking down the road today. I was thinking as I normally do about random things and this time I began to drift into a memory of when I used to take my sister ice-skating. We had to take two busses, and I being the older was now proud custodian of our mother's beautiful white skates which she wore while being courted by my Dad. These same skates also co-starred in a recurring dream I used to have as a child. My sister is seven years my junior so I liked to do fun things with her when I was allowed. While I was mentally skating down the cigarette-butt lined concrete paths on the way to get my weekly groceries, my mind suddenly switched to the fun I used to have at a roller-disco with my first boyfriend. Suddenly a van took a left in front of me and turned into the car park which I was approaching, mentally on roller-skates. On the side of the dark green van were written in large white letters - ROLLER-SKATING. I gasped. Was this a coincidence or was this something bigger? I had not thought about roller-skating for many years.
So I hid behind a post and waited to see if the van driver's appearance could give any clues and I was eager to tell someone about what had just happened, but thought better of it.
He came towards the shop smiling, (people rarely smile around here) and went to get himself a trolly. I went inside and began my shopping. The van driver vanished, but the van was still there when I came out. By that time, in the chaos such places render to my mind, I had almost forgotten the incident had happened.
The questions that bug me are these.
Was my mind playing tricks? First came the thought then out of nowhere comes the visual in the form of a solid. Did my mind conjure this image? Was the image real, or imagined? I did not touch the van and I did not touch the man, and I did not verify the existence with anyone else.
The thought I prefer to think on the topic is that there was someone in another dimension trying to tell me something important or maybe no so important. I know this much though: I spent a lot of the early impressionable watching Dr Who in front of our old two-station black and white TV.
It happened while walking down the road today. I was thinking as I normally do about random things and this time I began to drift into a memory of when I used to take my sister ice-skating. We had to take two busses, and I being the older was now proud custodian of our mother's beautiful white skates which she wore while being courted by my Dad. These same skates also co-starred in a recurring dream I used to have as a child. My sister is seven years my junior so I liked to do fun things with her when I was allowed. While I was mentally skating down the cigarette-butt lined concrete paths on the way to get my weekly groceries, my mind suddenly switched to the fun I used to have at a roller-disco with my first boyfriend. Suddenly a van took a left in front of me and turned into the car park which I was approaching, mentally on roller-skates. On the side of the dark green van were written in large white letters - ROLLER-SKATING. I gasped. Was this a coincidence or was this something bigger? I had not thought about roller-skating for many years.
So I hid behind a post and waited to see if the van driver's appearance could give any clues and I was eager to tell someone about what had just happened, but thought better of it.
He came towards the shop smiling, (people rarely smile around here) and went to get himself a trolly. I went inside and began my shopping. The van driver vanished, but the van was still there when I came out. By that time, in the chaos such places render to my mind, I had almost forgotten the incident had happened.
The questions that bug me are these.
Was my mind playing tricks? First came the thought then out of nowhere comes the visual in the form of a solid. Did my mind conjure this image? Was the image real, or imagined? I did not touch the van and I did not touch the man, and I did not verify the existence with anyone else.
The thought I prefer to think on the topic is that there was someone in another dimension trying to tell me something important or maybe no so important. I know this much though: I spent a lot of the early impressionable watching Dr Who in front of our old two-station black and white TV.
things like this happen to me as well. I like to think someone is on the same wavelength.
ReplyDeleteYes. Thanks Katley! X
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