Over the past couple of years, that kind of weird has started happening again.
For starters, I’ve seen a few more UFOs. No close encounters of the third kind. Not even close encounters of the second. Odd‑shaped craft without wings, jets or rotors. A few lights in the sky doing things that lights in the sky aren’t supposed to do. Sudden stops. Hovering far too long. The sort of thing that makes you go, Hmmm.
Then there are the dreams.
Every so often I’ll have a dream about something completely mundane, and a few days later it happens in real life. Nothing world‑changing. Just little moments, but so strangely specific they simply cannot be coincidental. Odd enough to make me wish they came with lottery numbers.
Objects have been joining in the fun, too.
A book shifted when no one was near it. It moved in a way that felt pointed, like it was trying to get my attention, or like something was sending a message.
I flicked through it and found a friend’s old business card tucked inside. I spent a while trying to find meaning in that. Nothing. Then I explored the title of the book, hunting for clues. I suppose can just about build a case, if I really try.
And then there are the synchronicities. Convergences.
A name that pops up in four completely unrelated situations. An image I’m thinking about suddenly appearing in real life. Not dramatic enough to build a conspiracy theory around, yet, but persistent enough that I’ve started paying attention.
One or two is coincidence. Three is interesting. Five or more feels like the universe is telling me to wake up and pay attention.
None of this forms a pattern I can point to. Nothing adds up. And I'm not try to force a solution. I’m definitely not in the garage with photographs, files, and red string, but I am sitting here and listening.
Sometimes the world just gets a little frayed around the edges. A bit more alive. A bit more playful. It starts to unravel, and we catch glimpses of its other layers.
As I said, this has happened before. It reminds me of other times in my life when odd things clustered together; Japan, certain periods in Melbourne, a few moments in Lincoln. Someone seems to crank up the strange from time to time, and I can’t help but notice it.
I’m not worried. I’m not looking for explanations. I’m certainly not looking for Cancer Man. I’m just paying attention and listening, because sometimes that’s all you can do. Wait. Watch. See what happens.
And something is happening. Something is building. Something odd. Something curious.
And, I hope, something wonderful.
Honestly? I’m kind of enjoying it.
