I see dead people

Maybe it’s the four hours of sleep I got last night, or the obscene amount of caffeine I’ve consumed this morning or hell, maybe I’m just nuts – but I’ve had a morning that makes me a great candidate for The Sixth Sense sequel (if ever there is one).

Today, I have seen dead people.

I walked over to Granville Island for some fresh produce this morning and while I was trying to decide what kind of bagels I wanted, I saw a Frank Sinatra lookalike waiting his turn at the counter. I mean, it was undeniably Frank, the smile, those eyes…if he’d broken into song a serenaded the lineup with “My Way” I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised.

Also, Frank apparently likes blueberry bagels, with a surprising amount of cream cheese.

So, I get myself a matcha tea and sit outside by the water where I see Mr. Dressup carrying a small, screaming child who only moments before had been tormenting a small pigeon on the quay. Mr. Dressup! Owner of the bottomless Tickle Trunk and maker of cool crafts!

No sign of Casey or Finnegan though.

After finally getting all my shopping I done, I started to head over to the bus stop and as I was crossing the street I saw Rainer Maria Rilke.

My favourite poet of all time, who died 83 years ago, just walking across the street wearing a scruffy coat, beat up Converse shoes and listening to an MP3 player.

To give you a better idea, this is what Rilke looks like:

Pretty intense right? Now imagine that intensity out of the suit and in the outfit I described. It was beyond weird – and I must have given the poor guy a strange look because he gave me an equally strange look in return. So I smiled at him, and he nodded very politely in reply.

Please tell me I’m not mad – you all see dead people too, right?