It's interesting how some dreams form memories in the same way as events that occur to us in real life. I can remember some dreams I had as a young child. And out of the thousands of dreams which most of us have over the course of our lifetime, some form memories whereas others vanish almost immediately
Then there are what are called 'fugue states'. I wasn't sure I was using the correct term so had to look it up. Found this:
Quote:Fugue state: An altered state of consciousness in which a person may move about purposely and even speak, but is not fully aware. A fugue state is usually a type of complex partial seizure
Maybe 'fugue state' isn't what I mean after all, but if not, I don't know the correct term for what happened
I was aged four to five. It was around dark and I was sitting in a chair near the fire, watching the flames reflecting off the brass (or copper, don't really know) ornamental plates on the wall. I was waiting to be called to dinner. Next I knew, I saw a harbor scene. I was 'in' the scene. It was night-time, but there were lights about. There was a stone harbor wall, men everywhere, all busy. Several ships were moored. They were galley type ships, so it must have been a scene from the ancient past. I saw 'myself'. I was on one of the ships and was a young male, around 20 or so I suppose now, and wearing some brief girdle garment, bare chested, light curly hair, tanned skin
A hill rose up steeply behind the harbor and houses rose all up the hill. I looked for my parents' home. Finally I found it, towards the top. Light shone from behind arches which ran across the front -- I suppose now the light was from candles or torches. Several of the houses nearby also had arches running across the front and some of those had lights also
I was incredibly happy to see my parents' home and couldn't wait to go to them. I knew they'd have a feast prepared with lots of family friends there to greet me. Can't describe how happy 'I' was to be home
That's all I remember. I suppose I was called to dinner and hopped from the chair in real life. It's just like a memory of something I experienced from real life and it's stayed with me all the years since
Some years ago I saw a photo of Naples. Until that point I hadn't known Naples has a hill running up from the harbor. I almost lost my breath for a second when I saw the houses rising up the hill in tiers, because many of them had arches across the front, same as I saw in the 'fugue state' all those years ago
In another fugue type state when I was around twenty years old, I looked up and saw over a dozen faces, maybe two dozen, didn't count them. They were of all ages and complexion. All but a couple were caucasion basically, although there were a couple that were much darker and one, maybe two, wore a turban
Apart from those in turbans, the rest were ragged. Many would be considered 'dirty' today. Most lacked teeth, or those they did have were poor. Their clothes were rags in many cases. Heavy wrinkles, scars -- rough looking. But they were smiling or grinning, as if they were pleased to see me, or to have me 'seeing' them. They looked as if they lived hard lives. There were men and women
Next I knew, I 'saw' a U-shaped conveyor-belt basically. The faces, possibly more than before, were on the conveyor-belt which ran from right to left. The conveyor-belt was in perfect perspective. It's amazing. A professional artist couldn't render it more perfect. At the far extent of the 'U' (to the right) the faces were small. They grew larger as they moved to the maximum curve of the 'U' which was positioned right in front of me. Then, as they receded to the left, they grew progressively smaller again
At the maximum curve of the 'U', each face was quite large. The conveyor-belt paused for several seconds in order I could view each face. Then that face was replaced by the one behind it and I looked at the new one, while the one I'd looked at previously moved slowly back up the arms of the 'U', going to the left
As each face came to the brief pause in front of me, it looked straight ahead and was at maximum size. It was as if each face was 'alive'. They certainly didn't look dead. They looked straight ahead. I had no option other than to look at them. Their expression was neutral. It was as if they wished to be seen warts and all. No artifice, no smile, no self-consciousness, just
'here I am, this is me'Can't remember how many faces I looked at. Then it all went away and all I saw were motes of dust floating in some rays of sunshine within the room
I hadn't been doing anything unusual before the above took place. I'd been reading a letter just received from a friend and when I looked up I saw the first tableau of the massed, ragged faces initially described above, followed by the conveyor-belt experience. So, nothing to explain why it occurred or what it signified