So one night about three weeks ago, (I don't keep a dream journal, which I should, so I don't remember the exact date) I did the Qabalistic Cross before sleep. I don't do it as much as I probably should, but on this particular night I did. Anywayz, right before waking up the next morning, I had a particularly vivid dream where I was in a cinema watching The Dark Knight. In the dream, all of the footage of Heath Ledger as the Joker had been taken out because of his death, and in the dream version of the opening bank heist sequence, he'd been replaced by an actor who looked a lot (although not identical to) the comedian Tom Green. I can remember in the dream feeling very annoyed and upset, because seeing Heath as the Joker was one of my main reasons for wanting to see the film. When I woke up I checked some sites to see if I could find out whether or not such a thing had actually happened, since the dream was so vivid that I thought it might have. It turned out not to have happened.

However, when I went and saw the film just earlier today, although what I dreamed hadn't happened, it turned out that around 50% of the footage in the all of the trailers I'd seen, wasn't in the final film. The Joker's particular laugh in the trailers wasn't, and although he says all of the same lines, the intonation and the way he says them are often quite different.

It's a very small thing, but it's possibly the single most clear and distinct possibly precognitive episode I think I've ever had.

I admit that even though there have been a large number of other things which I've mentioned on this site so far, nearly all the rest of them have been plausibly deniable; there's room for the atheistic interpretation of it just being in my head. However, this is probably one of the first things I've experienced, (in conjunction with the healing from Raphael) where the imagination hypothesis is starting to become seriously strained.

I'll also admit that even though I've been reading about the paranormal for most of my life, I'd never really started to believe fully in magick. I mean believe in something to the same degree as you feel about the sun coming up tomorrow morning. However, the more incidents like the above that I experience, the more I realise that that is starting to change. I'm slowly getting the idea, I think, on a genuinely experential level, that to quote the phrase, there really isn't a spoon, and we genuinely don't live in an atheistic universe after all.

It's very scary...but it's also exhilirating.