The Ghost Of Christmas Present

This is the second entry in the “Things You Didn’t Know About Me” series which I’m doing because I was tagged by Ivy. The rules of the game are that I’m to tell you seven random or odd facts about myself which I have not already mentioned. I’m supposed to do it in one post, but as I’m hurting for writing exercises they’re becoming seven distinct posts. Whee!

And today’s thing you don’t know about me is

I am intermittently psychic.

Of course, most normal people would chalk my experiences up to coincidence or chance or even the Jungian Field Of Collective Unconscious. But I honestly think I’ve had enough dreams and portents to believe that occasionally a tiny speck of future slips free of the static timeline and drops into my brain.

In fact, I was all set to write this post today. I knew that I wanted to do something about the present (as opposed to yesterday’s entry about The Past) and I knew that it had to be more interesting than “I like cheese.” I fell asleep pondering what to write. In my sleep I had some bizarre dreams about wanting to cut off my hands and feet–but I think those are arthritis-related. Then I had a dream about seeing my uncle the pirate preacher riding a merry-go-round with a bunch of creepy victorian dolls. The carousel was actually under a tall old yew tree and revolved around the trunk. I kept trying to stop it, and yelled at everyone with me to make it stop, because I was frightened of the dolls and my hands were too sore to end the rotation and rescue my uncle. But in the dream world I was the only one who could see   the weird manifestation.

The dream plagued me all day, but I’m not one to blog about dreams, so I wasn’t going to write about it. Until my mom called two hours ago to tell me that my uncle died this evening. The same uncle from the dream–who was riding a carousel around a tree of death.

Now just try to tell me I’m not a little bit psychic.