I can’t remember a lot of my childhood, which really worries me at times. I wish I could, but many of the memories just aren’t there, and haven’t been for years. I do sometimes have random dreams that seem crazy…that couldn’t possibly be real, but are so vivid!
One of these is of a crazy old goat lady who lives on the salt flats in the middle of nowhere. This in fact is true – as was confirmed by my Mum a few weeks back. Yes, there was a crazy old lady who lived on the salt marshes out by where we lived when I was little, and yes – she ‘collected’ goats (or perhaps the goats collected her). This was where the big goat antlers came from, of which I recall hung off of the beams of our back patio for what seemed like an eternity. Don’t ask me why. All I can say is that we lived in an old gold mining town, and there was a lot of weirdness.
And then there are the recurring dreams of plunging off of a cliff in a car, accompanied by the real and terrifying fear that overcomes me every time I drive over a bridge or near an incline in real life. This comes from a true story, as was also confirmed by my Mum recently. As it happens, my Dad once took a wrong turn when driving the whole family to my Uncle’s place one night, somewhere on the outskirts of the mining town we lived in…luckily for us he managed to stop the car just in time for the head lights to vanish off into nothingness at the edge of an abyss.
And then there’s the recurring dreams of a man menacingly standing over me when I’m in bed at night. This used to haunt me, especially after I had moved out of home into a place by myself. I used to wake up and see a dark, looming shadow hovering over me. This freaked me out so much so that I started putting something behind my door so that I would at least hear someone coming, and if I did, then they would get it with the baseball bat by the side of my bed. Unfortunately, this memory is also true – as uncovered when talking to my Mum and sister one day. As it turns out, Mum’s ex-boyfriend used to sneak into both of our rooms and steal money from our bedside drawers. At least I now know that I wasn’t crazily ‘loosing’ money, and I also know that it wasn’t anything worse than that. Thankfully, Mum kicked him to the curb where he deserved a long time ago.
Reading back on what I have just written it all seems kinda freaky doesn’t it? I think there’s a story in this…