Driving home from work this evening, sitting in traffic on the motorway, I happened to glance over at a little silver VW hatchback in the next lane. The guy driving was young-ish, maybe in his 20’s with a backwards baseball cap, a scruffy beard, and tattoos all over his forearms. And hanging from the rear view mirror was a GIANT picture of a girl, and the picture was cut along the edges of her head so that it was the perfect shape of her head and long hair. The photo obviously had to be photo-shopped or altered to get it that big. And it looked shiny so I think it was laminated. Seemed like someone put a bit of thought into the decoration. As I drove forward I looked back at the occupant of the passenger seat and saw that it was the girl from the photo. It was easy to recognize her since the photo dangling from the rear view mirror was pretty much the same size as her face. I now think that I should have a similar rear view ornament waiting for Tom as a welcome home gift when he returns. But I don’t think he would actually abide by it hanging in the car and I’ve now decided that I think this shows he doesn’t love me enough.
When I told Tom about the picture and how the lack of a photo of me in the car makes me question his love for me, he told me that he would be so blown away by my beauty that he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off the photo while he was driving. This would put others’ lives in danger and was I really willing to live with the guilt of him possibly killing a fellow driver because he was distracted by my beauty?
I’m still thinking about the answer to that question.
Last night I had this really weird dream. It wasn’t even a dream really, just something that happened in my head while I was sleeping. I WAS having a dream, something about working again at the old wine and tapas bar I waited tables at for years in my 20’s and everyone not understanding that I had to leave because I actually lived in New Zealand. And then the dream began fading and all of a sudden, in this very loud, clear and disembodied voice somebody said, “Leah?!?” out of nowhere. The voice was so clear and sudden that my eyes immediately popped open and I looked around the bedroom. And my heart was beating really fast. It was so strange. It honestly felt like someone had somehow accidentally telepathically landed in my head and was very surprised to be there. It seemed extremely real. So of course, I closed my eyes again and tried to answer them. I kept thinking, “Yes, it’s me, who is this?” but no one answered, go figure, and then it was time to get out of bed and make coffee and breakfast. And after that the dream had worn off enough that reality, or at least my own tenuous form of it, kicked in and I decided it was extra weird for me to keep trying to answer telepathically so I moved on with my morning.
I told Tom about the telepathic voice and how I tried to answer it, to no avail. This is how that conversation went….
Tom: Ha ha ha, nerd. Mulder and Scully might be able to help you.
Me: It’s not nerdy, it’s hopeful. Kind of like how once in a blue moon I try to move things with my mind. It’s called optimism. You just never know.
Tom: Are you trying to tap into your alien genes?
Me: Alien? Don’t be silly. Mutant.
Tom: What other latent abilities are you trying to stimulate?
Me: None. I stopped jumping off roofs years ago. Being optimistic about flying usually ends badly.
Tom: So just telepathy then.
Me: And telekinesis.
Me: You won’t be saying that when I can get cookies from the kitchen to float to me.
Tom: Good to see you’re using your powers for the important stuff. So, what kind of range will your mind powers have?
Me: I don’t know, they haven’t worked yet. Duh. I’ll find out eventually.
Tom: How do you expect to get biscuits then?
Me: I’m pretty sure I’m gifted, so I think it’ll be a wide range. Plus, I think desire goes in to play with telekinesis and I really like cookies.
Tom: So desire boosts your power.
Tom: Oh well, let’s wait and see how it all works.
And that is Tom, in his very nice way, saying that he has humored me long enough and is now ready to talk about something real.
I did a search for “telekinesis and cookies” hoping I could find a picture of someone moving cookies with their minds but all I found were pictures of people with giants burst of light shooting from their hands or cars being lifted. I seem to be the only one with my priorities straight…if you want to change the world, make yourself happy first…and sometimes its through cookies that have come to you with minimal physical effort.
I did find this weird picture…..
I also discovered there are lots of beginners guidebooks and how-to manuals for telekinesis which makes me feel like I might be a bit behind the game and should probably work harder on developing my skills because by the looks of these publications on the internet, pretty soon there might be a bunch of people out there moving stuff around with their minds all willy-nilly and the only thing that will save us all is me.
Well, I’ve got to go and do something productive now. I’m finally reaching the end of my technical writing course and have a big exercise to complete and e-mail in. I’d actually really like to just read my fantasy book but I think I’ve been engaged in enough flights of fancy today and if I don’t do something grounded in reality my brain just might go completely into fantasy-land and never return.
P.S. I Googled “flights of fancy” after typing it because all of a sudden that phrase looked really strange in print form and I needed to check to make sure it’s correct. It is. But it’s a weird phrase. Why isn’t it “flights of fantasy’? That seems to make a lot more sense.