Dream of 15 yearsSat, May 28, 2011 at 9:06AM
Something remarkable happened to me two nights ago; something I thought would be impossible. I don’t even know if it is possible, or if I’m just letting dreams overtake my perception of reality.
I dreamed of someone whom I haven’t heard of, seen, or even thought about in the last 15 years. In the dream, he knew me but I had no clue who he was. I hadn’t recognized his face or voice but somehow he knew to call me “Davis.” Then, when I asked him (in the dream), “I’m sorry, do I know you,” someone else preceded to say, “You’re the Lego kid!”
I was stunned. This kid hadn’t crossed my mind since I was 3 years old, until someone described him. The funniest feeling overtook me, as I recalled a glint of a familiar feeling. What I recalled was the memory of playing, with Legos, with this kid. But for some reason, he just exited my mind after we stopped seeing each other. I don’t know why we haven’t seen or spoken since then, as my certainty of these events is poor; the never-before-felt feeling of dream-familiarity is persuading, though.
Is it possible to recall something that happened over 15 years ago, when I was only 3 years old? This dream provides enough evidence for me to believe so.
PS: the oddest part is that I remembered the dream with such vivid imagery, and voices (people never speak in my dreams. What I wrote minutes after awaking can be found below.
lego mcdonalds kid
saw him in bizarre version of stats class
old, old, old, friend
he played pokemon, was like sean but shorter, had pokemon yellow but chose squirtle (like sean)
everything was sunny in the dream. mcdonalds had the sun coming from the ‘south’ (front side) face of the building, it was morning. it was also morning in stats class, but i was sitting on the uppermost right side of the classroom, it was morning, the sun was coming from the east. there were pictures along the south and west sides of the classroom. on the south wall were color pictures (unknonw peopple) but the west wall had larger (than life size) pictures (black and white) of more recent people who i cannot name. i said to ella, “you’re in my stats class?! i guess i should look around more often.” she was not pleased. mrs. sandblom was sitting in the back of the classroom, shadowed from the sun because there was not a window by her.
the mcdonalds kid walked into the classroom with a large box. i had not recognized him (i haven’t thought about him since childhood, i hardly remember him now) but he said, “hello, davis remmel.” confidently, like he was an old, lost friend. he moved to the back of the classroom with his box and brought out little round things with blue, smeared frosting on them (the kind like ericka put on her cake for forensics).
during the flashback, “he was like sean, but shorter.” the mcdonalds front door had bars that only allowed short people through. then, it shrank to illustrate this new kid’s character. it was night time when the camera passed through the door to the outside, where the thought ran accross my mind, “why doesn’t mcdonalds lock their front door?” but then i remembered there was a large (slightly comical, like a prison gate) keyhole in the barred door.