I'm not really sure how to start with my story. I have more questions than answers, and it sort of scares me. Have you ever read something, or watched something and you remember living out certain parts of it? The only problem is your mind cannot fully conjure up the memory, and you knew that it couldn't be from this life?
I don't know any other way to explain it. There are odd things that run in the family; dreams that come true, my ability to manipulate people's thoughts, when my mother and I were little we could move things by willing it to (although for some reason we cannot do it now), astral projection (although I cannot control any of these things and they seem useless) and I've woken up in the middle of the night to a male voice saying my name. That's only happened maybe 3 times though. Each time I rolled over and went back to sleep, I'm that used to experiences like that.
One film in particular 'Pans Labyrinth' I can remember the part with the toad in the tree, and the most vivid memory I have is when she took chalk and made a door and faced that monster at the huge table and hardly escaped. However, this is not the story I am talking about. But the story I am talking about is just as fictional sounding... But somehow I know it can't be (does that make me sound insane?) Probably.
In particular though, this "memory" is driving me insane. No matter where I was I felt as if I was never alone. And one night as I walked home from work, I decided to say the characters name. I whispered it a few times, still walking ahead and looking around into the still night to see any sign of the guy that I remembered and the parts of the story I remembered living out. I sort of felt like someone was laughing, but it wasn't evil or sinister. Yet even though I heard the laughter I never saw anyone.
Does anyone know how to bring up these memories? Maybe it was a past life. I won't say the name of the book, I'll regret it because it will seem too far fetched for anyone to believe that I remember certain parts. The more I read it, the more the memory comes back but it's still too vague to really know. Have any of you ever experienced this?
It's keeping me awake at night, and before I read the book I had horrible nightmares. I still do. Although the nightmares in particular (except for last nights) had nothing to do whatsoever with the book or my memories. But I feel as if somehow they are all connected. Somehow. Anyone know what this might be? And how to calm my insane hunger to solve this riddle?