Faith works both ways

Sometimes I get funky fantasies out of nowhere. Don't get any ideas. I'm not talking about those kind of fantasies, alright? I'm talking about the i'm-walking-out-of-the-bathroom-and-i-suddenly-picture-myself-joining-the-posse-in-a-choreographed-dance-sequence. Yeah, I'm not shitting you. Or I have the strange urge to talk into a camera as if this is the Truman Show or something. But of course, Jim Carrey did not talk into the camera until the end of that movie. He suspected though...anyway, I'm babbling. The other day while I was lying in bed, I was just thinking. All of a friggin sudden, I hear music. No shit. I heard music. You know what it was? I accidently turned on my stereo. haha. That's it. Yeah. There was no point to that little story. So ignore it. And I'm sure you're sitting there confused. But how many times in a day do I fantasize about Indiana Jones breaking through the window and asking me for help to find the secret treasure mentioned in some ancient scripts, and then I go and it turns out Vince Carter is a top secret contact for the government because he's actually a genius, and then Indy, Vince, and I go out, kick ass, and find the treasure, meaning a great archeological advancement and somehow salvation for humankind? Well, you tell me, bud. You tell me.