Dreams & False Alarms

A million years ago, I wrote about a time I went for a jog in my neighborhood, mistakenly thought I saw a girl I knew, and then did run past the girl I had been thinking of.

This was mostly about how I am diffident, but the part about premonition is important too, because it happens to me often. Like, once-a-month-or-more often. Anyway, it’s probably dorky to admit this, but I decided that I’d tumbl about it if I ever collected my thoughts, so today, I lazily saved a draft that just said “friend deja vu”.

Shortly afterwards, I left to run errands and, the idea of friend deja vu still humming in my mind, glimpsed someone I would have bet money was x, but turned out to be perfect stranger y. It should be no secret where this is going: minutes later, I crossed paths with x emerging from the subway.

The uncanny part is not, of course, that I run into people — we all live in Brooklyn after all — but the element of presentiment. What I’m saying is, either I’m psychic or I will people into being.