Misty water colored memories...
Am I the only one this happens to? As I get older, I can't remember any more if my memories are valid memories, or whether I've made the memories up in my head. For example, I have very little recollections of the first two houses I grew up in, but I have two very vivid memories, one taking place in each house.
The problem is that one is based on a photo of me in my walker, reaching up to the piano and trying to play. Do I really remember doing that? I THINK that I do. But maybe I have just seen that picture so many times that I created some false memory. It seems real enough. The other one is a story that was told to me (and about me) many, many times where apparently I was having a temper tantrum and slammed a bedroom door shut, breaking a mirror (7 years bad luck?). I can clearly picture myself getting upset and slamming the door and hearing the breaking glass, cringing because I knew I was going to be in trouble for that. Or do I remember? Argh.
I'll have to dig up that photo of the piano and put it here. The shattering-the-mirror-during-a -fit-of-rage story, well, it's obviously not flattering but I'm sharing it in order that hopefully I'm not the only one who has such things happen. I have friends who say they can remember things like a particular mobile that hung over their crib, or feeding time, or other things. I think they are full of it, but who am I to say. Maybe they do remember the shoot down the water tunnel to Hello World!
Anyway maybe it's a touch of senility in my 30's. Who knows. The memories are nice to hold on to whether they're truly memories or forced into the depths of my psyche....
Once I had a dream. I do not remember this dream; I do not remember dreaming it. But it must have been a dream, years and years ago. You have those dreams where things are SO real that you wake up with a vague feeling of dissociative recollection? Possibly even to the point of sometimes having to think really hard about whether something actually happened or whether you dreamt it?
Well this dream involved two relatives (sisters of more than 12 years difference in age), where the older one's husband was interested in dating the younger sister, but she was too young, so he went after the older sister (and married her and had scores of children). For the longest time - I am talking YEARS here - I always thought this was true. Once day I mentioned to the 'younger sister' who started laughing hysterically and asked me where in the world I came up with this delusional thought. And it provides amusement to no end (they still make laughing references to it when the family is all gathered).
I hadn't thought it was important enough to bring into a discussion and if I hadn't that one time, I would have continued thinking that was true - until the day I died.
Maybe I should go get hypnotized or something & straighten this mess out :)