Unwillingly attuned.

It finally happened.

After a week of stressy work and coming home to unwind by watching Arch Enemy in concert, I had a horrific midmorning dream.

Without getting into the details, it involved me jumping out a 2nd story window of a house to desperately get away from a small black-haired girl who represented something very menacing. Accentuating the oddness of the dream was that it happened during a sunny, blue skied day. With vibrantly-green grass on the lawn.

Nightmares can be twisted.

Tonight, on a total whim, I went looking for a random image to post into a new blog musing and ran across something that sent a chill up my neck. I was thinking about the Swedish heavy metal band that I have been enthralled by lately and ran across a fan site where the fan was the EXACT SAME PERSON I saw in my nightmarish 2nd story bedroom. It was a moment when the world stops around you and your brain snaps to attention.

Was this right? Am I seeing things? This has got to be coincidence - move on.

Unfortunately, the more I clicked through the website, the more unsettled I felt... It wasn't the content. Just the imagery that matched what I had seen in my head the night before.

Within several seconds, I was gone. I am not interested in reliving any of my precognitive premonitional pasts from childhood. And brother, let me tell you... I have, in dreams, seen a few things that have made me a believer.

Something other than us overlooks our earthly gyrations.

Christians would like to call this Jesus. But I am not that confident Jesus is what is out there.

The feeling is not one similiar to deja vu (which is more of an instantaneous confusion and disorientation) but more of an immediate recognition and incredulity. Shock. I am hesitant to delve into this discussion any more, for regret of stirring up a religious firefight. Nevertheless, my suspicion is that you cannot run away from who you are or what you are attuned to, regardless of your lot in life. Some folks may have these experiences, but fall muted into the background noise of life. Others may show it off, Hollywood style.

Do you ever wonder how many of these singular and subjective events occur throughout the whole of humanity without being splashed across CNN? I try not to wrap my mind around it much. It can be maddening.

Then again, maybe Nietzsche was right and there is nothing out there but us.

The most horrifying thought of all...