Memories might be the faultiest part of us.
I am beginning to think memories are edited day and night by dream or by scream as time goes on.
One of my greatest fears is that I will misinterpret an experience and make it more than it is, or was. I know people who have done, or do this, completely innocently, or so I believe.
They are people who often seem desperate to appear worthy and I think their minds are searching for validation that they are special.
I am a vivid dreamer, a sleepwalker, and I have had sleep paralysis experiences that would be easy to attribute to demons or angels, or other worldly things. In fact when the first one happened I did believe something horrible and extraordinary had happened to me. I still remember it that way, but I am convinced it was sleep paralysis and I have since experienced it in much less threatening ways at least two other times.
Inexplicable experiences cannot always be defined, but I suspect in the long run there is some rational finding for it. The fact that even personal ones are not easy to clarify make me suspect of others.
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