Precognative Junk
I'm sitting here watching Roswell episodes and I realised something.
The very first scrap of Roswell I ever encountered was a fanfic, and when I pictured Liz, Max, and the others in my head while reading the fic, I pictured a strange, blocky sort of suburb setting in the middle of the desert without colour.
Then, I realised, when I opened up The Sims 2 for the first time and opened one of the generic in-game houses, it was the exact same house from my sight.
Creepy. The fanfic was read years and years and years ago, way before The Sims even existed.
On an unrelated note I think my front braces are coming loose again. Shagnabit.