belleindigo
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I'm 24 years old now. When I was little, though, I had two dreams that were very different from my normal dreams. Then I had a new one just a few months ago. Normally, my dreams are pretty abstract and difficult to remember. These dreams, though, stood out in my mind very strongly. So much so that I even mentioned it to my family members a few times, but I just earned some funny looks and laughs. I can't differentiate them from memories, except that I know they never happened to me. (There were more that I remember talking about and thinking about, but growing up has made me forget all the rest).
Please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors in this!
Towards the end, especially, I was getting very tired of remembering and feeling it all. I'd like to mention that every bit of this is true and exactly as remembered. However, it's all described from my point of view PLUS the point of the few of the past me (if that is the case and not just a dream). So, sometimes, especially in the last memory, it can be very hard to determine what thoughts were mine and what thoughts are my current assessment of the situation. I don't know why I have so many. I'm not really big into this kind of thing, and I don't really read about it at all (Sorry!) Even if you don't believe it, then I hope you still find my stories to be entertaining.
Here's the first one I can remember.
I was a very small child, and I was walking across a wide open field. The grass was very marshy. I remember thinking it was "like a swamp," because I was very excited about the castle we were going to see. It was a very small castle, but I thought of it as really big. It was some sort of group tour. I was holding a woman's hand, but I didn't look up at her. I looked down at my self because I wanted to look at my brand new shoes, and I felt very dressed up and proud. (I don't know whether I was a boy or a girl because the clothing was pretty ambiguous and I don't remember any thoughts that would clue me in. The behavior and the "boyish" attitude I had might indicate I was a male, but I can't be sure). I looked up at the sky during the walk and it was a very dark grey. (I didn't feel like this was out of the usual at all, so with all these clues, I think this might have been Scotland). Anyway, when we finally get into the castle, I'm not paying much attention to the lady whose talking to everyone else. I'm looking around at the tapestries and the stuff on the shelves. Nothing too exciting, but it's pretty cool. As we moved through the rooms, I was REALLY impressed by the thing that moved food to the lower story. I really, really wanted to ride it. Next, we got to my favorite part - the "dungeon." The last thing I remember is being disappointed when this "dungeon" had no shackles or cages. I asked the tour guide about it, and other people began chuckling.
I've grown to like this memory now that I'm an adult. It's so cute. When I was a kid, though, I would ask my mom about the "time we went to the castle" and she would just look so confused. We've never been out of the U.S., by the way.
The next one I was older, maybe a preteen or a little older. The fact that I had this dream when I was not yet a preteen makes this even curiouser. I don't remember why, but I was skipping through the house I lived in. As I headed towards the open entrance door, I saw a small group of adult women sitting outside. Then I hit the door that I had not seen closed and fell backwards on my butt, flooding with embarrassment. The woman closest to the door looked back in surprise and then started laughing. (I think it was a glass or screen door that I hit). In the few seconds between seeing them and hitting the door, I can remember how they looked. They were sitting at a table and they were wearing pretty, wide-brimmed hats. The one closest to the door wore a white hat. They were dressed very nicely and I knew that we lived in a wide open area with plains and no other houses near us.
That's all I remember. The whole thing was probably five seconds long.
The most recent memory is by far the strangest, and I had it all written out but I deleted it. I have very good reason to believe it did not take place on Earth. That's why I won't share it yet, unless someone expresses that they'd like to read it. I read in the rules that the board doesn't really agree with "science-fiction-y" memories. It isn't fantasy-esque in the least, but there was no spoken language. We communicated in the simplest way possible. Emotions. And thoughts. I wouldn't call it telepathy, but rather just "openness."
Please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors in this!
Towards the end, especially, I was getting very tired of remembering and feeling it all. I'd like to mention that every bit of this is true and exactly as remembered. However, it's all described from my point of view PLUS the point of the few of the past me (if that is the case and not just a dream). So, sometimes, especially in the last memory, it can be very hard to determine what thoughts were mine and what thoughts are my current assessment of the situation. I don't know why I have so many. I'm not really big into this kind of thing, and I don't really read about it at all (Sorry!) Even if you don't believe it, then I hope you still find my stories to be entertaining. Here's the first one I can remember.
I was a very small child, and I was walking across a wide open field. The grass was very marshy. I remember thinking it was "like a swamp," because I was very excited about the castle we were going to see. It was a very small castle, but I thought of it as really big. It was some sort of group tour. I was holding a woman's hand, but I didn't look up at her. I looked down at my self because I wanted to look at my brand new shoes, and I felt very dressed up and proud. (I don't know whether I was a boy or a girl because the clothing was pretty ambiguous and I don't remember any thoughts that would clue me in. The behavior and the "boyish" attitude I had might indicate I was a male, but I can't be sure). I looked up at the sky during the walk and it was a very dark grey. (I didn't feel like this was out of the usual at all, so with all these clues, I think this might have been Scotland). Anyway, when we finally get into the castle, I'm not paying much attention to the lady whose talking to everyone else. I'm looking around at the tapestries and the stuff on the shelves. Nothing too exciting, but it's pretty cool. As we moved through the rooms, I was REALLY impressed by the thing that moved food to the lower story. I really, really wanted to ride it. Next, we got to my favorite part - the "dungeon." The last thing I remember is being disappointed when this "dungeon" had no shackles or cages. I asked the tour guide about it, and other people began chuckling.
I've grown to like this memory now that I'm an adult. It's so cute. When I was a kid, though, I would ask my mom about the "time we went to the castle" and she would just look so confused. We've never been out of the U.S., by the way.
The next one I was older, maybe a preteen or a little older. The fact that I had this dream when I was not yet a preteen makes this even curiouser. I don't remember why, but I was skipping through the house I lived in. As I headed towards the open entrance door, I saw a small group of adult women sitting outside. Then I hit the door that I had not seen closed and fell backwards on my butt, flooding with embarrassment. The woman closest to the door looked back in surprise and then started laughing. (I think it was a glass or screen door that I hit). In the few seconds between seeing them and hitting the door, I can remember how they looked. They were sitting at a table and they were wearing pretty, wide-brimmed hats. The one closest to the door wore a white hat. They were dressed very nicely and I knew that we lived in a wide open area with plains and no other houses near us.
That's all I remember. The whole thing was probably five seconds long.
The most recent memory is by far the strangest, and I had it all written out but I deleted it. I have very good reason to believe it did not take place on Earth. That's why I won't share it yet, unless someone expresses that they'd like to read it. I read in the rules that the board doesn't really agree with "science-fiction-y" memories. It isn't fantasy-esque in the least, but there was no spoken language. We communicated in the simplest way possible. Emotions. And thoughts. I wouldn't call it telepathy, but rather just "openness."
