I’ve recently read a couple of friends posting about their dreams, and I thought I would recount this little story, which I find a little spooky.
These dreams, if they happened at the time I remember them, would have been 10 or more years ago, and I havn’t given them any thought since, until the other evening, when it all came back to me.
However, here’s the twist. As I say, I haven’t thought about these dreams for years. But when I remembered it again the other night, my memory of that time was that I had the recurring dreams, but then discovered that the rooms were actually there – that the rooms existed in real life. It was a very clear recollection, even though I know it is quite ridiculous.
So what I am wondering is this. Were these dreams of 10 years ago which I had just remembered, or is it possible that the other night I *dreamt* the whole thing – of having the recurring dreams, together with the rooms being real, hence my confusion? Has reading about other people’s dreams put the idea of dreaming into my subconscious?
It’s something that amuses me, rather than concerns me, especially as I only recently re-read Christopher Priest’s “The Affirmation”, where the protagonist’s real and imagined life blurs and interchanges. I guess the book itself may be another vector for my imagination.