Have you ever genuinely believed you were experiencing a crazy movie- or TV-plot in real life? Here’s why I’m asking: This morning, while still in bed, I heard what sounded like large, thunderous, reverberating footsteps. The kind that, for approximately 10 seconds, I thought might be coming from a Transformer walking down my street. (I blame this on the press release I recently received announcing that Bumblebee from the movie Transformers would be hanging out in West Hollywood to mark the DVD release.) It’s good to know that were my street being attacked, I would neither fight nor flee — if I was enjoying perfect pillow position.
I’ve experienced that kind of “Holy crap!” moment once before. A few years back, I got off the bus at the end of my evening commute and turned the corner to the cobblestone alley where my apartment was. Only it wasn’t there. The world stood still as I tried to digest the notion that whatever had happened to Nicolas Cage in The Family Man might have just happened to me. (Luckily, all that had actually happened was that the bus stopped a block early, and being on auto-pilot, I didn’t realize it.)
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