Utterly freaky: a mystery of memory
Ever had one of those moments when you realise a celestial ball has been set in motion, the fates shifting a gear? I have had a recurring dream for some months now, not every night but usually once a week, in which I am struggling to remember the surname of someone who was my friend back in 1987 when I first lived in London, just for a year. I don’t ever recall the circumstances of the dream; all I know, in the dreamscape, is that I must remember this friend’s surname, and from that a full remembrance of other friends associated with him will fall into place. Moreover, I had to find this friend. That’s what I knew or was told in the dream.
I don’t know why, or how, or what, and come the morning—I never wake from the dream directly, or at least I don’t think so—I’m left with a feeling of strangeness that takes a few morning coffees to shift.
tags: dreams, experience, Facebook, friends, memory, weird
