- It seems I’ve been carrying that memory around in the back of my head for the last two years, but that memory was inaccessible to my conscious self as I had completely forgotten about that dream. I wonder how much junk we’re carrying around in ow memories that we’re unaware of just because it’s not something we know that we remember and that we can recall at-will.
- Something I experienced right now (I’ve just been doing homework) must have triggered that memory/made it accessible to me.
My homie, I feel you.
I have a recurring dream I can’t remember at all.
How do I know it’s recurring? Because every time I have it, I realize in the dream that I’ve been through it before, which switches it to a lucid dream for a brief flash before waking me. Something in the process of that makes the memory of the dream fade in seconds, even when I grab the notepad I keep beside my bed immediately and try to catch it that way, I can’t ever manage to keep recollection of it long enough to write anything down.
It’s fucking infuriating. Partly because that is an annoying thing to have happen, but also because I am normally a very vivid dreamer that can recall most of them. Maybe not every detail, but at least a vague “plot” and some visuals.
That’s not what your post is about directly, but that feeling of wonderment and confusion at how it all works seems very much like what you’re describing.
We sometimes think of our memory as an hard drive we can read files from with an index, that’s really not true, our memory resembles Content-Addressible Memory, where the data itself (of at least something similar to) is the key to unlock the data. You recall a piece of memory only when you are epxeriencing something similar. This also explain the “unlocked memories” of things you did in the past you completely forget until you find an object related to it.
The mind is fucking weird.
