I was heading outside earlier one for a roll up (still giving up) while thinking about my friend who has a recording studio and I got outside and realised I had picked up my guitar not my glass of beer (which I drink as a tonic). I experienced a mild whiff of uncanny. The coincidence of picking up the guitar while thinking of my friend...? I believe it was because I experienced an awareness that there are other parts of my brain which do things by themselves. We like to think that our intimate minds are what there is, that there exists only what Damasio would call our 'autobiographical self' but far from it, and when we become aware of these other processes we experience a feeling, perhaps a feeling of an emotion (Damasio) which I propose is also known as the uncanny.
Is the feeling of those other parts of our brain one of intellectual uncertainty since we believe there is only us, that being we know, inside?