I've been having what I call "random lucid memories" lately, and it's something I've not experienced before. For the past few weeks certain triggers will set off these memories in my head -- a smell, a location, a song, the way the light hits something, a word, etc. -- and I'm suddenly flooded with something from my past I haven't thought about in years, like weathered flotsam beaching itself briefly on the shores of my mind.
It's different, though, than just remembering something. It consumes me for a moment, like I sort of mentally "walk into" the vision and can bring up details and textures and emotions. I usually enjoy them briefly then move on, but I'm feeling increasing pressure to collect them, somehow, as they slip away.
I just wonder if this is normal, and adulthood is a slow catalogue. Maybe everybody's life replays for them in this form, and it speeds up as you near death.
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