Most of these memories are weirdly 3rd-person though, a camera watching me.
There are a few very clear ones that I remember vividly that...probably didn't happen. In particular, mom has a statue of a lion cub that I remember quite clearly winking at me. In retrospect, this seems unlikely, and it hasn't repeated itself yet. I am going to make sure that I get that statue so that when I'm 82, maybe it'll do it again.
I had a pillow with a marbled, "oil on water" pattern of blacks and whites that I would flip over and over in different directions, pretending that the pattern was shifting and bubbling. One time, when I'd done this 20 or 30 times, I flipped it over and there was a hooded, cowled face, like an executioner's hood, in the swirling patterns, big and dominating the entire pillow.
The biggest one--and one that I've met at least one person that's with me on--that 1981 happened twice. The entire year happened, then THEY re-set the calendar back a year. I was a little older then, probably six--or maybe seven, if you're on the ignorant Gregorian calendar. There was a year that was broken somehow, really short, and THEY reset the calendar.
Anyway...I can see why children might believe in fairies, when dreams and reality are pretty much interchangable.
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[info]tenar10r
2010-09-27 10:38 pm (UTC) Select: Delete Spam Screen Freeze Track This
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I didn't have 1981 reset but I did have a year reset on me when I was about six or seven.
I seem to remember something horrible and unexplainable happened and then it was as though
I relived part of the spring and summer.
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[info]kt_kat
2010-09-28 04:35 am (UTC) Select: Delete Spam Screen Freeze Track This
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I Have a really interesting memory, of being 4 or so, and going to a "gypsy"s house with my mom. You, know, like a classic fortune-teller gypsy. I remember the home being lavishly decorated and smoky, and I was clearly convinced she was some sort of mystic through my childhood. Thinking about it, she was probably just a pot-smokin hippie of sorts. I never saw her again, but she gave me this book. http://www.amazon.com/Hurray-Captain-Jane-Sam-Reavin/dp/0819305111
