I Have Visions...

...well, sort of. I don't actually see things. Well actually, sometimes, I guess I do; there are those occasions just before I fall asleep with eyes wide shut that I kind of see things, I guess, on the insides of my eyelids. Faces, usually. Weird and dim and always artistic black and white (grainy, of course), they mix and morph and bink, I'm asleep.

Anyways, the kind of visions I'm referring to occur when I'm wide awake, walking around minding my own beeswax, and I'll see someone doing something and suddenly somewhere in my mind, they do something else.

You know what I'm talking about. I think we all do it. You look up into a clear blue sky and you see a single jet-liner way, way, way up there, slowly going on its way, way, way up there way. And suddenly you think it; it simply goes Piff. And there, way, way, way up there is the left-over cloud of an explosion. And you think 'Oh, look at that,' and you continue on your merry way.

That kind of vision.

These are two visions that I had a few days ago; last Monday to be exact.

Number One: I was walking downtown along a major east-west corridor. Close to the downtown core, I came a red light at an intersection with a major north-south corridor and stopped and waited for the little white hand. The north-south traffic was steady for a spell. And when a break came, another pedestrian walked from behind me and proceeded to jay-walk across the intersection. It was a tubby young boy and I watched as he waddled across the road glancing both ways as if judging his chances.

No traffic coming from the south and a few vehicles coming from the north -- a half a block away lead by a very large bulldozer with its shovel down.

The bulldozer was traveling as fast as it could. The tubby young boy, seeing the bulldozer, waddled as fast as he could. And that's when I had my vision:

Suddenly, the bulldozer discovered it could travel much faster and as it gunned-it, the tubby young boy discovered that he couldn't travel much faster. Careening through the intersection, the bulldozer slooped up the tubby young boy in its shovel and, raising him high up into the air, whisked him off to fat-camp, much to the chagrin of the tubby young boy who, glancing down in horror, realized that the bulldozer was being driven by his Mother.

Number Two: It was late in the evening, I was at the central library, and I was going home. Leaving through a large corridor leading to the main entrance, I noticed one of the many meeting rooms busy with what must have been some sort of meeting.

As I approached, I noticed a reception table, a few signs, and as I walked beside the room, I saw dozens of small children sitting at small round tables. They were all writing on pads in front of them and a couple of adults seemed to be hovering above them like bees.

Then I noticed one of the signs, and seeing the word 'bee,' I realized that I was observing some sort of regional spelling bee. And that's when I had my vision.

I burst into the room, throw out my arms, scream 'Next word: paedophilic!' and run out of the room as fast as I can!