When Dimensions Collide

Be assured that I'm going to ignore the modern concept of eleven dimensions because it's all theoretical and because it has nothing to do with the Twilight Zone where I sometimes live.

The Twilight Zone was the subject (and the name) of a television series that began in the late 1950's. Rod Serling, the host of the show, described it like this: 

"There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone."

I don't always live in the fifth dimension mentioned above. Instead, I seem to slip into it occasionally, remain there for a bit, and then return to the usual four that define what is generally considered to be physical reality.

My mythical therapist (a real therapist who specializes in personal mythology) explained it as follows:

With the analog radios of yesterday, listening to a preferred station required manually tuning to the assigned frequency. Sometimes the station would drift and the broadcast would become mixed with another frequency. It's one way to understand how my tuning sometimes drifts and becomes mixed with another dimension.

Even when no action was taken to correct the situation, the preferred station (or dimension) would eventually drift back in tune all on it's own.

In the past, slipping into the Twilight Zone was a smooth and unremarkable transition. I became aware of the shift only when I began to experience augmented reality, a sort of middle ground between light and shadow. I had no control of the situation and could do nothing more than try to cope with the chaos and hope that my home dimension would drift back into tune.

That all changed last Tuesday morning. I woke to a bizarre reality and could only imagine that while I slept, my normal reality had been struck by a rogue dimension and that I was living in a world stuck between science and superstition. 

Judging from the wicked drama that resulted, the Twilight Zone must have rushed into my regular world like Lady McBeth intent on hearing the latest gossip from the guest room. 

I'm fairly certain that it was Shakespeare who said that just as you're feeling on top of the world with a bluebird on your shoulder, Fate is around the next corner, placing banana skins around the storm drain for the amusement of sewer harpies.

The Bard described it well. The collision of dimensions generated shock waves in my world that made it impossible to function. My vision was blurred and I was unstable trying to walk or even stand. It was very much like the earthquake I experienced in San Francisco while attending the Sybase conference.

After a few hours, things began to stabilize although there were at least two aftershocks over the next couple of days. It seems that my world has settled down for the most part but I fear that some parts of my world are forever changed.

It makes me wonder if my life will ever get back to what I once knew. No, that's not true. The truth is I'm convinced that life will never be the same. I don't like to admit it because I get some unusual looks from people when they hear me say it. But you know that I can't hide anything from you, my loyal public.

If you want the complete truth, I'm reserving the right to contact my agent back in Atlantis much earlier than planned. But I promise to give you advance notice before I go away. 

Until then, remember to sing in the sunshine as often as possible and laugh every day, without fail. It's all part of fierce living and without that, well let's not talk about that right now. Just sing in the sunshine and laugh every day. That's enough.