Destiny Turns on the Radio
Just because this is a cartoon doesn't mean it isn't true.
I really do remember the future. Sometimes.
Two nights ago I had a dream. The next day, I read my dream, scene for scene, frame for frame, in The Watchmen, a book I had never read before.
I could have easily written it off as a coincidence, but I have had three such insights just this past week.
But don't get me wrong; I am no mystic. Everything has an explanation. The way I figure, there are three probable scenarios:
- Time's arrow is merely an illusion of a handicapped perception. My brain, for whatever reason, is privy to select out-of-sequence events, random and trivial though they are, and attempts to process them within the usual confines of perception: as memories.
- The events in question are in and of themselves unremarkable and my brain is mistaking predictability for premonition.
- My damaged brain is inadvertently filing experiences away redundantly, but distorting the chronology. That is, my brain is filing away the memory of the experience along with a memory of having remembered the experience, but at an earlier date.