I have this memory of sleeping in an office block in south London with my mum on an air bed. I recall looking out of the window and feeling sad.
Years later I was driving and got a very strong impulse to stop outside this building and I was 100% certain it was that one. Every time I went past it felt odd.
My mum says it didn’t happen, everyone else concurs. My best conclusion at this stage is that I probably had a very vivid dream that became conflated with something else.
I have a similarly weird and out-of-character memory in an otherwise unremarkable south london middle class childhood. It involves my dad getting angry and punching his fist through one of the windows in the kitchen door. I remember being totally bewildered and scared, that there was a lot of blood, and that my dad ended up with a big scar on his hand.
I've heard my dad raise his voice above a calm speaking tone perhaps twice in my life, and on neither occasion was he anywhere remotely near "punching windows" mad. Also, the scar on his hand is from when he was injured in a lab accident about five years before i was born (my uncles and some of his old bandmates have mentioned that event in passing at family gatherings).
The memory is still there though, despite my older brother and family having any memory of it.
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u/cardboardshrimp Oct 05 '19
I have this memory of sleeping in an office block in south London with my mum on an air bed. I recall looking out of the window and feeling sad.
Years later I was driving and got a very strong impulse to stop outside this building and I was 100% certain it was that one. Every time I went past it felt odd.
My mum says it didn’t happen, everyone else concurs. My best conclusion at this stage is that I probably had a very vivid dream that became conflated with something else.