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A battery operated toy in the front room turned itself on and played a little tune: "This old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb." I went and took a look at it and couldn't see any explanation that wasn't paranormal.

Then it did it again....

Here's something I came across the other day on a podcast. I don't know its ultimate source. The guys were talking about DMT and other dimensions and one of them said, acknowledging it as a quote- " What we call normality is just a hallucination limited by the senses."

I remember two dreams from last night. In one I was sorting through piles of stuff I'd been storing in my mother's garage- some of which was compromising, much of which was junk and in the other I was trying to persuade a singer who looked remarkably like Charles Aznavour that he ought to be working as a Charles Aznavour tribute act. I understand the first one; the second will take some thinking about.