This morning I had a psychic experience. I suppose it could also be called a premonition. I saw something happen before it happened. Wait, I sound crazy. Let me start over.
Today I had an experience that really underscores the value of skeptical and logical thinking. A set of circumstances took place that would have had a younger me, running around telling everyone who would listen, that psychic ability is very real and in fact, it’s an ability that I possess.
I know myself well in this regard. There are a number of embarrassing examples of manufactured “experiences” and/or “powers” that I convinced myself were true over the years. This happened well into my early thirties.
As a kid, I was convinced I was born in a barn in Africa after making up and telling that story countless times. As a teen I was sure I could travel great distances by leaving my body. I was confusing imagination for astral projection. In my twenties, I told hundreds of people I could see auras and pompously explained that they were nothing more than heat radiation that did not change colors to represent mood or personality.
I wasn’t lying. I was able to see these “auras” because my astigmatism was starting to take hold and what was once sharply focused was becoming blurry and fuzzy and ignorantly, I confused bad eyesight for New Age powers.
This morning, I awoke from a dream where a voice I recognized was saying something like, “let’s get it done!” Or some variation on that theme. I recall recognizing the voice as a Mac client and I grabbed my phone to see if there was a call or voicemail from her. That’s how real the voice in the dream felt. I first checked my missed calls and then I opened my address book to call her and just as I was about to dial, I dropped my phone. As I got out of bed I realized I needed to use the restroom and so, the moment passed.
That was at 10:30 this morning. At 11:16 I received a text from Tabitha that read, “Hi Emery. The new hard drive arrived last week”.
The feeling was instant and visceral. I was filled with amazement and wonder. Before I could even apply any logic or reason to this equation I was swimming in endorphins and I was instantly ready to call this a supernatural experience.
I knew that she was talking about replacing her hard drive because about four weeks ago, I had diagnosed her hard drive as ready to fail and helped her assistant order a replacement. I had expected to hear from Tab a few days after but the call never came. Weeks passed and frankly, I had forgotten all about it.
Fortunately my logical mind kicked in and I began analyzing all of the elements involved.
Over the last few days I had been thinking about the loaner iMac I have sitting in the living room that I had sent over to Tab last month. It has her data on it and I didn’t want to wipe it until I knew she had a new hard drive and her data was safe on her own machine. So this has been weighing on me for many days now. Just last night as I got up to go to bed I recall looking at the iMac and thinking, “I really should call Tab and ask her if she got her new hard drive installed and her data copied safely.”, but I never would have recalled having that thought unless I really started looking for a logical explanation for the dream.
Obviously Tabetha and her computer were on my mind before I went to bed. This is clearly what caused me to awake to the voice talking about her computer.
Now let me clarify that the dream that I woke to was not significant in the moment. It was like any other morning of dream confusion. It only became significant the second I read that text from Tabetha.
Think about that. I have awakened to hundreds, even thousands of different dream state moments and none of them was more significant than the other. The thing that made this dream stand out was the coincidence that Tabetha had reached out via text shortly after I woke from a dream. The human desire to connect these two events and make the dream somehow responsible for or magically connected to the text is overwhelming. This is what we humans are wired to do. And once you understand this, you would think we would be less prone to it but in fact, I fell into the predictable pattern instantly.
Now, before you go screaming that I’m being too logical and maybe there really is some magic at work here. I have to tell you one more incredible part of the story.
After Tabetha had texted me I told her I would call her after lunchtime and I reached for my phone, opened up the address book and to my amazement my address book was opened to the Mac client I had been dreaming about when I woke up.
The address cards starring back at me was for a Mac client named Susan. The dream I was having wasn’t about Tabetha at all. But my mind filled in the gaps and brought them together so convincingly that even as I began writing this story I was unaware of the fact that I had awakened to Susan’s voice in my head, not Tabetha’s. Had I not tried to call Susan and had I not dropped my phone, I might have spent the rest if my life thinking that the dream was about Tabitha.
When someone claims to have psychic powers I have no doubt they believe it but I know how easy it is to fool ourselves.