Synchronicity

Something odd has happened twice in the last week. I've thought about someone who I haven't seen/heard from in a long while, only to have them contact me the next day. While this is a standard example of synchronicity (the person that picks up the phone to call an old friend only to be stopped by an incoming call from the same friend.) In my case, the contact was offset by a day or more from the original urge to contact and happened via email/Facebook messages (or depending how you see it, within the dream world). Since I've rarely if ever had such an experience, I didn't realize what they would feel like. Obviously, they feel awesome, like most synchronicities. But they also feel, in my present perception, a little bit like being at the center of the universe...like the world really does revolve around me. Almost like realizing I am Truman, in the movie The Truman Show. Or like I am living in a simulated world in which my experience is really all that exists.

Last spring I attended a national medical library association conference in Seattle, Washington. A few months before the trip, I was preparing my travel plans and spent a week searching for a cheap hotel before narrowing down to one or two good options. To help cut costs further, I decided to share a room with another librarian. I used a roommate matching service provided by the association, and was matched with Carol, who had already decided on a different hotel. I agreed to go with her choice, though it was far across town and transportation would be an issue. I started to have very negative vibes about the trip, which I mentioned to a friend at work. I was worried that something bad would happen, and the idea of riding two buses or paying for a cab each way to the conference each day was weighing on me as much as the idea of sharing a room with a complete stranger. Still, I didn't want to try and change the plans so late in the game. About a week before the trip my hus

Last month $40 cash disappeared from my car.  I searched the pockets of all my jeans and coats and every nook of the car and only came up with $1 crumpled dollar (which wasn't part of the original $40, but I added it anyway).  Eventually I gave up, resigned to the fact that it was gone forever.  I don't think it was stolen, I think it either blew out when I opened the door, got mixed with one of my husband's business deposits, or hidden somewhere by my 3-year-old.  Anyway, I needed to find the money by February 9 or replace it--except I didn't have any money.  My husband offered it to me of course, but since I wasn't sure he had taken it, I didn't want it. My only hope was that someone I had done web design for would send a check (but I had little faith given that the invoice had been due for several weeks and I hadn't sent a reminder).  Each day, I crossed my fingers as I opened the mailbox--Wednesday 2/6, Thursday 2/7, and Friday 2/8.  On Friday evening,