100 Word Sentence III

I get truly bizarre notions sometimes, ideas that do not, in and of themselves, make any degree of sense, bits of whole stories plucked seemingly from nowhere, and I wonder (even though I only wonder in internal dialogue) if they could really originate with me, in my own consciousness where I locate my identity, or could these ideas perhaps come from a bigger reservoir of thought, the noise of a thousand minds, a Higher Power, my ancestors speaking to me via our blood conduit, or some prefigured me from the distant future, communicating in sound bytes through some telepathic machine.