I Hope I’m Not Psychic

On January 11th of this year I was lying in bed, fully awake, with my eyes closed. Because my head is always so noisy, I’m in the habit of listening to music or old-time radio shows on my computer, but my computer broke down back in mid-December and since then I’ve been using a tablet. I haven’t been listening to as much external noise which has been forcing me to pay more attention to my internal noise. That night I literally heard the theme music to The Dick Van Dyke Show in my head.

It was in my head!

I had never experienced such a thing before. It did not come from the neighbor’s house, nor my own house. I had no noise-producing gadgets on at all. I posted the following on Facebook.

A friend replied that something similar had once happened to her in the case of Robin Williams, but she also noted that she had other examples that did not come true, much to her relief. I replied to her comment as follows:

After this incident I spent the following ten days checking Google news. At first I was just checking for Dick Van Dyke but after two or three days I added Mary Tyler Moore and Larry Mathews (Little Richie) to my searches. After a week and a half I simply laughed at myself for taking a melodic ringing in my ear so seriously. Then on January 25th, I posted the following status update:

Mary Tyler Moore was my first crush. At about the age of five I developed an innocent childhood crush for Laura Petrie, as I was in the habit of watching Dick Van Dyke Show reruns after school. I was a little freaked out by this incident and very upset when I heard she had died, but haven’t thought much more about the incident and am still not committed to calling it a psychic episode. It very well may have just been a coincidence considering that nothing like this has ever happened to me before.

Early yesterday (Tuesday) morning, after midnight, I took a nap. I didn’t sleep for more than an hour. Again, I had no audio devices playing. I was napping in virtual silence – with the exception of dogs barking in the distance and my Hillbilly neighbors peeling out of the driveway. I woke up to a radio announcement in a dream, as is explained by this more recent Facebook post.

So I’m really hoping I’m not tapping into some sort of psychic ability because Julie Andrews was my teenage crush. I really don’t want to lose her in the same year we lost Mary Tyler Moore. I’m sure psychic ability has its advantages, but it seems to me that someone with such an ability may spend a lot of time waiting for things to happen and hoping he/she was wrong.