I got a membership to a gym, simply to shower there. My new apartment's tub wasn't cured right, and the paint wets every time I take a shower. Trying to let it dry. May be re-doing it myself.
I had already showered, and was leaving, just about to walk out the door, but I realized I forgot my underwear and baking soda in the shower. I turned around and went back in to the locker-room. My shoes came untied as went in, so I kneeled and tied them. Either before, kneeling to the ground I made recollection of the image as I may have caught it, or as I began to rise, I saw a guy directly in front of me with a very large tattoo on his back of a cross, with a chain over his shoulder.
This fit, the motion and image, even though my intended action was seemingly unrelated, on a surface of thought. Kind of like convergence.
I had already showered, and was leaving, just about to walk out the door, but I realized I forgot my underwear and baking soda in the shower. I turned around and went back in to the locker-room. My shoes came untied as went in, so I kneeled and tied them. Either before, kneeling to the ground I made recollection of the image as I may have caught it, or as I began to rise, I saw a guy directly in front of me with a very large tattoo on his back of a cross, with a chain over his shoulder.
This fit, the motion and image, even though my intended action was seemingly unrelated, on a surface of thought. Kind of like convergence.