#odd memory

Black Candle Wax – “Hangman’s Hood”

The way I feel my brain works is like a library. Different book shelves and file cabinets with town documents and VHS tapes and stuff. The labels in the memory section for where everything goes isn’t dates, but rather relative numbers.

In the basement of my library is a file cabinet. Real dusty but the a clear area on the handle. I like to visit this cabinet often. In it are a couple things. The first VHS and Photographs in the library, a baby blue blanket, a purple flower, ect. Most notably though, the subject of today’s post, a manila folder with a single sheet of paper in it. On it there are 3 things.

1. This surface is soft and cozy. 2. The round thing moves quickly. 3. Obama

My earliest memories, if you can call them that, are of me on a bed or blanket or something, staring at a wall clock, and hearing my parents talk about the 2008 election. And because of the way my brain labels all data points and memories, I can tell this is older than the book containing all the names of my family.

In conclusion, the oldest name in my book of names is the 44the president of these great United 46 States and 4 commonwealths,

So last night I had this dream that I haven’t had since i was younger... It was weird because I could remember many parts of it from when I first had it.

Starting off, I apparently have a very rich aunt in this. She decided to invite my family over to her uber fancy mansion/castle of a home. We all gaped and gawked at it like the weirdos we are. She led us up a super stylish staircase, then told us where to find our rooms. (I have my mom, dad, and a little bro)

Aunt then took me aside and whispered in my ear.

“There’s a special room for you and [your brother], Cal. Just head up these stairs and look for the bookcase next to the white chapel.”

She then winked at me and disappeared.

So I grabbed my brother and had him follow me. We soon came upon a completed 3d puzzle of a white chapel. (think of it as a mix between a 3d puzzle and one of those dollhouses with a bunch of mini things in it.) 

I distinctly remember helping Aunt put it together in the dream I had when I was young, so it was odd that it was put together, like I was continuing the story.

I looked over the bookcase next to it and grabbed the sides. All I had to do was pull it out and move it to the side to reveal a room with toys scattered all around it.

There were two beds in the room, rigged up to two mechanisms. There was a switch on the wall, and when I flicked it, the beds began to move together to be come one. But they got stuck and went back before they could even touch. The toys strewn about the room got in the way.

Bro and I started cleaning up the toys, scooping jigsaw puzzles into boxes, clearing the beds of any impeding objects.

Afterwards, I flicked the switch again and the beds moved together. I remembered this from the first dream I had in this world, but now that I was older i observed how the mechanisms worked, and was fascinated.