Synchronicity?

On Monday night, I dreamed of ghosts. My dream self, like my real self, puts little stock in the paranormal. While inside a purportedly "haunted" house, my dream self dared the ghosts to prove their existence.

Something physical, I qualified. Make me levitate.

In a split second, I was upside down, suspended by my hair. This vivid sensation remained with me when I woke up.

On Monday afternoon when I started my car, my very-much-demolished casette player spoke. This tape player ate my CD/MP3 converter four months ago. My brother, in taking it apart to fix it, broke the radio too. Unable to extract the tape, he left the entire console disassembled and left for college. I driven hundreds of miles in complete silence since.

Two days ago, when I turned the key, the car meekly surrendered the tape.

Unwilling to challenge anything that might grab me by the hair, I accepted the offering with a "thank you."

I may have heard the faintest echo of a chuckle.