Lately it’s been bubbling up… like an ocean bed finally letting go.
Things have been drifting higher to the surface and into my conscience.
I don’t know if this is an odd way my memory is trying to fix it’s self? Are the parts of my brain that hold my memory trying to heal?
But I had a very vivid dream about an incident that felt all too familiar. I woke up, checked my journals and there it was… nearly word for word.
My dreams are past events. I’m remembering a bit of my past… not in journals and other people’s accounts… but in dreams.
It’s unsettling but at the same time… if my memory is trying to heal… I don’t know. I’m happy having some of that past wiped. It’s how I can look at myself in a mirror.
If I start getting a bit “war story” thank you for your patience and it will pass. If I get too TMI… please help.