I'm serious, people. We live in a world where not only is a magnetic asshole a thing but "Initial assessment with a small number of patients shows promising outcomes with a limited incidence of complications and good restoration of continence". My mind is shattered
Last year, due to my own dumb mistake, all our horses got out of the pasture and wondered onto the road (we live on a long dead ended road). Frustrated by my own mistake, I ran up hill and yelled to my mom, who was visiting, to grab me a pale of oats and a rope and please hurry.
Dang. It took me 24 hours to finally think of the word "portentuousness". It might not be exactly what I was thinking of, but I think it's the closest I can get to "the delusion of believing something meaningful and significant is about to happen."