Are You Seeing And Hearing Things That Aren’t There? What The Fuck?!

Hate is a strong word. It’s open to misuse and abuse. It’s so subjective, made more so by progressive politically correct speech. These days anything can offend and get you arrested and charged and or jailed and or lynched. The Liberal Grievance Gestapo will batter down your door for an errant tweet that offended the idiocracy. So, don’t you hate it when you have to sit or read through a narrative that ends with, ‘It was only a dream’ or, ‘And then I woke up’? I have nightmares about it. Might more sleepers awake from this nightmare that is Canada?

So why don’t I start this next bit with my solemn promise to you that the following sequences were actually dream/nightmares, two of many vivid sleep experiences that I have in-between bouts sleep/wake cycles. Most of my dreams are stunning but quickly forgotten.

In this dream I roll over to my right in bed to see a deep dark silhouette of someone or something against my window blinds through which morning light is poking through. This someone or something is wearing a full face motorcycle helmet and has a rolling suitcase with handle extended in it’s right hand. This someone or something says in an echoing baritone, “I have to be going now”. That’s when I woke up. The morning light was still coming through the blinds but the someone or something was gone. I don’t remember anything from the dream/nightmare that happened before the visitation.

What does it mean?

Not a fucking clue but it might be a premonition of my next trip on two wheels instead of four – an omen.

How about this one?

I wake at the usual 3:30ish AM. I give in to some self sabotage and harm and retrieve my Android device and crawl back into bed. I power up and scroll for a podcast to listen to. As usual, some EMF radiation frequency lulls me back to sleep. I dream that I am awake looking over the edge of my bed, at a small green propane cylinder, like the Colemans I use when moto-camping. As I’m wondering what the hell its doing there it explodes with a loud bang and a clatter of metal shards. And then, of course, I wake up.

Do you see things that aren’t there? A stupid question right? How could I be subjective and trust that what I am seeing is real. I would have to trust someone else to tell me. Do I hear voices? Am I alone when I hear them? Who’s asking? Am I seeing and hearing someone or something that isn’t there? What do these voices say? If a tree falls in the forest….does Bruce Cockburn hear it.

Are there voices on either side of your head, one to encourage evil acts and another to encourage good?

We can see cancer through advanced diagnostics. We can see the ravages of the disease and the approved treatments. Are they really there?

We can hear the rhythmic whirring and clacking of the MRI rave machine.

Can we liken cancer as an evil committed against the body when our immune system or ‘faith’ fails?

Do we wobbly sleep walk up and down stairs and into doors and frames.

Can we see colored floaters and intricate brown, diamond tuft like patterns with eyes closed.

Did we make a mistake weighing our high dose Ivermectin?

‘Seeing Things’ was a hokey Canadian comedy-drama-mystery television series that ran from 1981 to 1987. Louis Ciccone, was a Toronto newspaper journalist prone to post-cognitive visions that help solve each episode’s mystery or crime. The show ran for 6 seasons with 43 episodes.