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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Buried Memories or Dreaming

While I was resting on Wednesday March 23, 2016 there was this dream I was having that was more of a memory than a dream.

It involved a food truck, a missing girl who had been my best friend, and the driver of the food truck. It seemed like I knew that the driver had taken the girl but no one believed me about it. So I had to do some investigation to find out what happened to my friend. There was a name like Lindon or Lyndon on the food truck. I can not recall how that could be a repressed memory since I have no clear indication when it could have taken place. It looked like I was a young boy.

What is odd, this was the second repressed memory/dream I have had this week. On Sunday, I was dozing in the afternoon and felt like I remembered something. But now four days later, I do not remember anything from that day. I wonder what it was I was dreaming about that felt more like a memory than a dream.

Did I really know a girl who went missing? I wonder who that could have been. This bothers me that such a well formed story formed in my head and as it filled my head, it recalled to my mind the circumstances of the story. This makes it feel less like a dream and more like a memory.

That was the same thing that happened on Sunday. Something I had not thought about for a while came to my mind. As I started thinking about it, more of the story was remembered. Something that I used to do all the time? But I had not thought about doing in a while? Something about memories being buried. But once the dam holding back the memories breaks, whole things that have been hidden come to light.

Sometimes my pride gets in the way of my memories. I remember things that no one should and people do not believe me because no one seems to remember those things. This interferes with social interactions.

So I have to ask, did a little girl go missing that I may have known?