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So, I recently recalled a certain... memory. I don't remember what brought it to mind. But I distinctly remember it as a memory, not a dream. When I think of it, it's along on the lines of "Oh yea, remember when..." not, "Oh, remember that crazy dream..." I almost never confuse the two, so it's really odd. However, the reality of it is quite impossible. In my memory/dream I went through a hidden door in my closest in my bedroom. This is the first impossibility because the closet I went through doesn't exist. My closet was on a completely different wall for one, and for two, there was no hidden doorway in there. I used to love clearing out the bottom of my closet and curling up in that space with a bunch of blankets and pillows to take a nap. It felt safe and quiet and cozy. I would have found any such doorway.
So anyway, on the other side of this door was a staircase leading up into an attic room, which was structurally the same as our attic in reference to shape, etc. Now the door to the attic was in my bedroom, in the ceiling, but I couldn't get up there on my own and my dad only lifted me up once because I really wanted to see it. It was typical empty attic space with all the insulation coating it in thick layers everywhere.
The attic room in my memory/dream was an actual room. It really reminded me of something... Victorianesque? I guess. Old, old fashioned. And our home was built somewhere in that time frame, I think, or shortly after. There was a sitting room kind of space, all wide and open, a little dusty, a few cobwebs. And then a sort of broad staircase (one of those only a couple steps as you transition into another room type of things.) and past that was a kind of kids play room, but again really old fashioned. A kids teacup set made of real china, fancy wooden child-sized table and chairs. Dolls made of cloth, with hand-sewn clothes. That sort of thing. And I remember spending time with a lady and a little girl and distinctly remembering them as ghosts. I remember the lady laughing, one of those full laughs but not throaty, just a real hearty laugh. And getting into an argument with the girl at one point. Playing.
Now, I can't remember at what point when I lived there this specifically happened, either as a dream or a memory, but it's very very vivid in my mind and it's really bugging me because I definitely get the impression it's a memory not a dream when I know that's not possible. So, I guess, what do you think? Sound like anything you've heard of?
So, I recently recalled a certain... memory. I don't remember what brought it to mind. But I distinctly remember it as a memory, not a dream. When I think of it, it's along on the lines of "Oh yea, remember when..." not, "Oh, remember that crazy dream..." I almost never confuse the two, so it's really odd. However, the reality of it is quite impossible. In my memory/dream I went through a hidden door in my closest in my bedroom. This is the first impossibility because the closet I went through doesn't exist. My closet was on a completely different wall for one, and for two, there was no hidden doorway in there. I used to love clearing out the bottom of my closet and curling up in that space with a bunch of blankets and pillows to take a nap. It felt safe and quiet and cozy. I would have found any such doorway.
So anyway, on the other side of this door was a staircase leading up into an attic room, which was structurally the same as our attic in reference to shape, etc. Now the door to the attic was in my bedroom, in the ceiling, but I couldn't get up there on my own and my dad only lifted me up once because I really wanted to see it. It was typical empty attic space with all the insulation coating it in thick layers everywhere.
The attic room in my memory/dream was an actual room. It really reminded me of something... Victorianesque? I guess. Old, old fashioned. And our home was built somewhere in that time frame, I think, or shortly after. There was a sitting room kind of space, all wide and open, a little dusty, a few cobwebs. And then a sort of broad staircase (one of those only a couple steps as you transition into another room type of things.) and past that was a kind of kids play room, but again really old fashioned. A kids teacup set made of real china, fancy wooden child-sized table and chairs. Dolls made of cloth, with hand-sewn clothes. That sort of thing. And I remember spending time with a lady and a little girl and distinctly remembering them as ghosts. I remember the lady laughing, one of those full laughs but not throaty, just a real hearty laugh. And getting into an argument with the girl at one point. Playing.
Now, I can't remember at what point when I lived there this specifically happened, either as a dream or a memory, but it's very very vivid in my mind and it's really bugging me because I definitely get the impression it's a memory not a dream when I know that's not possible. So, I guess, what do you think? Sound like anything you've heard of?
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