I vividly remember as a kid being in science class. My teacher explained to us that if we went out at 3 or 4 in the morning and looked up at the night sky, we could see the lining of the planets. An event that had not happened in 2000 years. (This part really did happen.)
I remember going home that day and asking my mom to wake me up at 3 so I could check this out. She said she would. I also remember being a little more than annoyed when my mom did not follow through with her promise. Luckily though, I managed to wake up on my own at around 3:30.
This is where the impossible part comes in: When I went outside to look up at the night sky, the planets weren’t just points of lights in the sky. They were BIG. Big enough to where I could easily see the red spot on Jupiter and the rings around Saturn.
Logic dictates that this did not actually happen. But still, the memories of this event, so detailed, seem like they really did happen. So vivid and ingrained in my mind, I remember it happening like it was yesterday. Despite it being some thirty years ago.
I remember walking with my Mom; it was Halloween, and she was dressed up as a pregnant lady, with a baby in one arm , <one of my brothers> and me toddling along. (Little did she know she’d end up with four kids, haha; she thought two was too many, and the pregnancy was kind of a white-trash joke !)
The weird part, that I have never been able to make part of reality, was that I was carrying a bag of MMs that was AS BIG AS ME. Now, admittedly, I had to have been 2 or 3 at the time, but…I doubt there was ever a bag of MMs the size of a sack of potatoes! It wasn’t a dream, I know that, but don’t know how I know. My mom can confirm the day, I think we even had pictures, and we’d just been at her friend’s house and were going home, but she doesn’t remember MMs. I do! It was just like dragging a HUGE bag of potatoes behind me, except…it was MMs. I swear!
I used to work night security as a student, and I had a dream that on the fifth floor of the administration building (which only has four floors) was a museum with displays of some of the original teaching materials from the mid-1800s, including a large wooden globe.
The dream was so vivid that I went one night searching for the stairway until I finally convinced myself that it had been a dream.
Had I not gone back, I would tell you today, in complete belief, that the Park Building has five floors, and that there is a museum on the top floor, with very limited access.
I remember seeing my stuffed Garfield toy blink its eyes, when I was two years old (I can date it by the house we were living in). Its eyes were wide open before, and half closed after.
When I was about six, I dreamed about an impossibly enormous fly landing on the hood of our old 1962 Buick. I was in the Den, looking out the sliding glass doors, watching it as it crawled all over the vehicle. It was a bit bigger than a headlight. My Mom walked into the den and saw it – she commented that she hadn’t seen a fly that big in quite some time.
The following morning, I asked her about the fly that we saw – she said that I had dreamed the whole scenario!
(I can still see it, plain as day, but I know that it simply can’t be true…)
I also remember occasionally seeing “sky whales” with my friends while we were playing outside. Enormous blue whales cavorting in the clouds. Utterly impossible, of course, but the memories are very clear, just like the headlight-size fly from my previous post.
This wasn’t as a child, since I didn’t start watching Star Trek:TNG until college, but…I know that the actor who plays Jean Luc Picard is named Patrick Stewart-Kelly. I’ve known it for so long that I’ve searched to see when he changed his name, lol. I’ve SEEN his name just like that in the credits for ST:TNG. All I can think of is that, as I often watched it lying down on the floor <didn’t own a couch in college> that I was watching it sideways and somehow conflabulated his name with the name of someone else named “Kelly”.
When I was in the single digits, the house across the street went up in flames. I remember very distinctly seeing the shadows of the flames on my bedrooms wall and they were red and orange.
For years I thought I watched the Apollo 11 landing, on TV, in the school gym. Since it took place in July I now know that I never saw the Apollo 11 landing live. I’m guessing it was Apollo 12 that we watched, and fuck was I ever bored watching that shitty, grainy black and white coverage!
“Yeah big deal. Some guys landing on the moon.” :rolleyes:
I am quite certain now that I was not allowed into the engineer’s booth of the monorail at the New York World’s Fair, and even more certain that I was not allowed to drive the thing.
When I was little my cousins and I were visiting our grandparents in Sudbury and sleeping on a pull-out couch. They lived on a high floor in a high-rise building and there was a thunderstorm going on outside. I distinctly saw a bolt of light (not “lightning”, just a beam of light) shoot though the livingroom window, go across the room and light up the kitchen. (Impossible, I know now, and it was probably just one of those “just-falling-asleep” dreams.)
I also remember my Grade 2 teacher telling us that earwigs were so named because they could crawl into your ears and eat your brain matter. You’d go though stages of “retardation” as the bug(s) chewed up your brain.
