This is only my second post and real first attempt to make any sense out of some "memories" I've had for a very long time. I am a skeptic but open to all of life's grand possibilities.
I would appreciate any feedback.
I've experienced three memories in my life that to me, seem almost dreamlike. I can't recall anything more than these minute long memories. I wonder if they are just dreams I've had or if they have somehow been influenced by television or movies. In any case, they are written below:
1. I recall very distinctly walking with a woman who feels like she is my mother. I'm young, perhaps 3 or 4. We're walking in a kind of Mexican indian adobe marketplace. There are only side walls that create this long hallway however there is no roof so the sun is shining above us. I see dirt floors. There are many street people, vendors I would say, with food, blankets, jewelry. I feel out of place which leads me to believe I'm not related to anyone I see except for my mother. Now, when i was younger (born in 1980) my parents and I, along with friends and family, would take camping trips down in Baja. My father was born in Mexico so camping down there was a constant activity. I grew up in Chula Vista so the border was less than 10 minutes away. Could this have simply been a childhood memory of mine? My mother has no recollection of this ever taking place.
2. This second memory is of me, this time a little boy around 10 or 11, standing near a train track and looking off in to the distance where a huge city is standing. I feel like it could be somewhere like New York or Chicago. I feel like it's around 1900. I'm wearing a paperboy hat. My clothing is a bit dirty almost as if I'd been playing in the dirt or hiking through the treeline around the city.
3. The third memory is the most vivid. I feel male around 35-40 years old. I feel like it's the late 70s. I'm a husband with three kids. I can't recall my wife's name but she's slender with dark brown hair. For some reason I've always felt my children are Justin, Emma, and Michael. I've felt like Justin was the oldest son around 14-15 and athletic. Emma feels like the middle child around 12-13 and she's seems very intelligent and in to reading. Michael is the youngest at around 6-7 and I feel like he is his mom's protector and very serious for his age. I can see our house. It's not too big. I see a work space outside where my tools are at. It's not Christmas but I see colored Christmas lights hanging around the trim of the home like we kept them up all year long. I feel like my name is Dean and I work construction or something where I use my hands. And I have this profound sense of love for everyone. I can see me picking up my wife and hugging her, lifting her off the floor because she's so small. But that's it. After that I can't recall anything else.
I would appreciate any feedback.
I've experienced three memories in my life that to me, seem almost dreamlike. I can't recall anything more than these minute long memories. I wonder if they are just dreams I've had or if they have somehow been influenced by television or movies. In any case, they are written below:
1. I recall very distinctly walking with a woman who feels like she is my mother. I'm young, perhaps 3 or 4. We're walking in a kind of Mexican indian adobe marketplace. There are only side walls that create this long hallway however there is no roof so the sun is shining above us. I see dirt floors. There are many street people, vendors I would say, with food, blankets, jewelry. I feel out of place which leads me to believe I'm not related to anyone I see except for my mother. Now, when i was younger (born in 1980) my parents and I, along with friends and family, would take camping trips down in Baja. My father was born in Mexico so camping down there was a constant activity. I grew up in Chula Vista so the border was less than 10 minutes away. Could this have simply been a childhood memory of mine? My mother has no recollection of this ever taking place.
2. This second memory is of me, this time a little boy around 10 or 11, standing near a train track and looking off in to the distance where a huge city is standing. I feel like it could be somewhere like New York or Chicago. I feel like it's around 1900. I'm wearing a paperboy hat. My clothing is a bit dirty almost as if I'd been playing in the dirt or hiking through the treeline around the city.
3. The third memory is the most vivid. I feel male around 35-40 years old. I feel like it's the late 70s. I'm a husband with three kids. I can't recall my wife's name but she's slender with dark brown hair. For some reason I've always felt my children are Justin, Emma, and Michael. I've felt like Justin was the oldest son around 14-15 and athletic. Emma feels like the middle child around 12-13 and she's seems very intelligent and in to reading. Michael is the youngest at around 6-7 and I feel like he is his mom's protector and very serious for his age. I can see our house. It's not too big. I see a work space outside where my tools are at. It's not Christmas but I see colored Christmas lights hanging around the trim of the home like we kept them up all year long. I feel like my name is Dean and I work construction or something where I use my hands. And I have this profound sense of love for everyone. I can see me picking up my wife and hugging her, lifting her off the floor because she's so small. But that's it. After that I can't recall anything else.
