The night before last I dreamt of a piano in the woods, and when I got up in the morning I learned there’d been a mysterious sighting in Harwich, Massachussetts—the cops there had found a piano in the woods. Naturally, I Googled it:
(CNN) — Was it a theft? A prank? A roundabout effort to bring some holiday cheer to the police? Authorities in Harwich, Massachusetts, are probing the mysterious appearance of a piano, in good working condition, in the middle of the woods. {MORE here.}
The next important business of the day was, of course, reading my horoscope:
It’s not difficult to sense that something is different now, but it’s hard to put your finger on the source. Fortunately, the passionate Scorpio Moon enables you to feel your way through the emotional darkness. Remember, there’s no reason to be afraid of the shadows; you can find your answers in the strangest places.
Strange places? I’ll say! Like 3000 miles away, clear on the other side of the country, a piano mysteriously lands in the woods and enters my dreams.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had a seemingly psychic dream: when I was a hippie practicing yoga, fasting for days at a time, and reading books on what I guess is called the occult—not to mention ingesting certain substances—I had all kinds of visions, asleep or awake. But they were like the piano: inscrutable. I had no idea what they meant, just as I have no idea what the piano means or, more significantly, of what use this ability—if it is indeed an ability—could possibly be. The difference is that back then these events frightened me, whereas yesterday, when I discovered I’d had a psychic dream, I rejoiced. I’m back! I thought.
As we get older we lose so much—our taut, wrinkle-free skin, our sharp sight and hearing, our spontaneity…I could go on, but I don’t want to depress myself when I’m happy about having recovered a part of me I thought I’d lost forever.
Vive les beaux rêves psychique!
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November 27, 2008 at 11:01 am
A piano in the woods.
I’ve seen it all now.