And he told me

He told me that he was from another time... I set there, reasoning... what was this guy saying? I dropped my coins into the vending machine and just stared for some time, no one was waiting to get to the machine, I was torn between a cinnimon roll and corn chips, I got the tropical Skittles instead. He was still setting there, but it seemed that he knew I was going to be here and he was waiting. I never saw him before, his name was Greg.... I thought to myself, eyes half closed, slowly shaking my head .no...,, no, I hadn't seen him anywhere before...ever. He'd said that when I stopped seeing him, my dimension was in its optimum harmony, and that each event that ran askew would shorten the time he was visable. As though if I was guided by him, I could keep an opening, but that once he was gone, it would become too random for his uh... Square of space as it were to stay within the boundaries if my reality. Somehow he was in control of my reality, he was steering events, our time increasing in which to learn what it was that he needed to say. There was a reason why he steered time into my dimension, but I wasn't sure what had to do with me, but I gathered rather, that it happened to be a time shared with this particular girl that was in my harmony of time. I was beginning to (get it). Still it was nothing you could bank on, or figure tomorrow on. According to Greg, all our time dimensions run paralell and often times intermingle but for the most part are seperate, also that if you became aware, of actually 'attuned' to watch for the different signs, you could interact in time to steer events to happen by your input. I was also grasping that, but at this point I felt that I'd never master that one. But still, somehow, aside from myself somehow, another part of me instinctivly knew how, and was silently coaching my sub-conshious for the ability.