I had to jot this down. Yesterday, I had a vivid dream in which I found myself trapped under railroad tracks. I kept calling out for a friend to help me, and he sort of tried, but didn’t. Then, the morning rush hour started, and I felt really scared, because it meant that trains would soon start coming over head. It felt stifling. I summoned my lucidity, and woke myself up out of the dream. I had the sense of a faulty simulation crashing, like a virtual reality encountering a segmentation fault.
As though that didn’t weird me out enough, today a friend called me. She took a train back from Philadelphia to her house, and my train station resided along the way to where she would change trains. She told me that her train had stopped, because someone tried to jump in front of the previous train to try to kill himself.
Did I pick up on it somehow? I sort of feel so. A skeptic would just call it coincidence, but those who know better consider coincidence that which remains after you have applied a bad theory. I feel kind of freaked out.
