I had a mild nightmare last night, where I was at a church camp being chased by a guy carrying a Ji. It was quite interesting, and before I woke up, I killed my assailant with several stabs and slashes of a kitchen knife.

All this excitement occurred after my alarm had gone off, so the radio -- in particular, the morning news -- was playing. As it sometime does, the news had an impact on my dream...Rick Hansen had a small cameo role. He was in the news because, roughly 20 years ago, he came through Edmonton on his legendary wheelchair journey.

Now, I had no idea what Rick Hansen looks like. I've heard of the man, of course, but never saw pictures of him -- or if I did see pictures, I long forgot them. But since he appeared in my dream, I saw what I guess was my subconscious interpretation of him.

Fast forward to when I finally got out of bed (a good 90 minutes after my alarm first came on). I prepared a bowl of cereal, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV to watch the news. They had Rick Hansen in studio and were interviewing him.

He looked exactly as he did in my dream. Same face, same hair, same age. Not like the younger man I might have seen 20 years ago in pictures, but nearly exactly how he looks like today.

Kind of freaked me out. Or maybe I've developed the ability to receive TV signals in my brain. Who know.