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Okay, this is strange.
The other night my sister and I were talking about the earliest dreams we could remember and found out something that seems very odd to us. When we were five years old we both had (what each of us had always thought of to ourselves as), "The Candy Dream."
There are five years in age between us so we didn't have them at the same time...it's just that we were both around the same age when we had them. The details of our dreams are uncannily similar, and we figure they must be significant.
I'm the younger sister. Here's how I remember my dream:
I was upstairs taking an afternoon nap by myself. It was warm weather, because I only had a sheet over me...rather than a blanket. Somehow I suddenly realize I've acquired a white bag of candy that is twisted closed at the top. I set the bag beside me on the bed and am very happy and content just knowing I have the candy. A few minutes later when I reach for the bag it is not there. The bed is about an inch from the wall so I assume it has fallen between the bed and the wall. Since there isn't enough room, I'm thinking it can't have fallen all the way to the floor, so I'm sure I can stick my hand down there and pull it back up. So, I stick my hand down to search for it but it is not there. I then get up on my hands and knees, crying, and start searching through the sheets. Since the sheets are white, and the bag of candy is white, I'm thinking that I'm just not spotting the bag. So, I'm feeling for the bag more than looking for it. . The next thing I know my mom is standing at the foot of my bed asking what is wrong. I continue crying as I tell her I cannot find my candy. She tells me I was dreaming and there was no candy. I become angry and keep insisting that it was not a dream and that the candy is there someplace and ask her to help me find it. She keeps trying to reason with me but I am not buying that it was a dream. My older brother, Jim, comes upstairs and together they were finally able to convince me to go downstairs with them.
At no time am I aware of dreaming and then waking up. For several hours after I went downstairs I was sure that the candy was upstairs someplace and that one of my siblings would find it, although to my knowledge they didn't. I was angry at my Mother for not taking it seriously. To this day I can still remember the way that bag of candy smelled. That's how real the candy was to me.
Next...
My older sister had the dream first. Here's how she remembers it, in her own words:
It was warm weather and I was in a bedroom by myself supposedly taking a nap, although I was awake (or so I thought). I looked over to my right and saw a Hershey bar laying on the white sheet a little ways away from me at about waist level. I was surprised to see it. I didn't "know" until then that I had a Hershey bar. I turned over onto my side to reach for it and realized it wasn't there any more. First I checked under my pillow, and when it wasn't there I figured it must have fallen over the side of the bed, which was pushed flush against the wall. I was expecting to find the candy bar lodged there since I figured the bed was too close to the wall to allow it to fall all the way to the floor. I scooted over to look, fully expecting to find it, but didn't see it. At this point I became somewhat alarmed and got up on my hands and knees to search, trying to push my hand between the bed and the wall to see if it was on the floor...but there wasn't enough space for my hand to fit. I became frantic and started crying, thinking my mother would come to help me. I became more and more frantic, and cried louder and louder "on purpose' so my mother would hear, all the time still searching for the candy. Finally my mother was standing in the doorway asking me what was wrong and telling me to quiet down. I explained about the candy and asked her to help me find it. I think I wanted her to move the bed away from the wall to see if it was on the floor. She told me I was being silly, I'd had a dream, and there wasn't any candy. She wanted me to get up and go to the kitchen with her. I resisted, insisting it hadn't been a dream, continuing to insist she should help me find it, and becoming angry and resentful towards her; somehow I was thinking she just didn't want me to have the candy, and that's why she wouldn't help me. She became very annoyed with me and I finally gave up and went to the kitchen with her. I'm not sure, but I think I got an older brother, Jim, to help me later in the day to pull the bed back to see for myself if the candy was there on the floor....but I never found it.
This dream is still very clear. I can see the sunshine, the dark wrapper of the Hershey bar against the white sheet, the two windows in the room, all very clearly, and I can remember my mother, but not the features of her face. This is "one of those dreams" I think of now and then.
So...
Both of us felt downright bereft at the loss of the candy. Both of us suspected our mother wouldn't help us find the candy because she didn't want us to have it...or perhaps if she'd taken us seriously we'd have been able to find it. Our mother didn't let us have much candy when we were kids. To both of us this dream is still remarkably clear in our memories.
What do you guys make of this?
The other night my sister and I were talking about the earliest dreams we could remember and found out something that seems very odd to us. When we were five years old we both had (what each of us had always thought of to ourselves as), "The Candy Dream."
There are five years in age between us so we didn't have them at the same time...it's just that we were both around the same age when we had them. The details of our dreams are uncannily similar, and we figure they must be significant.
I'm the younger sister. Here's how I remember my dream:
I was upstairs taking an afternoon nap by myself. It was warm weather, because I only had a sheet over me...rather than a blanket. Somehow I suddenly realize I've acquired a white bag of candy that is twisted closed at the top. I set the bag beside me on the bed and am very happy and content just knowing I have the candy. A few minutes later when I reach for the bag it is not there. The bed is about an inch from the wall so I assume it has fallen between the bed and the wall. Since there isn't enough room, I'm thinking it can't have fallen all the way to the floor, so I'm sure I can stick my hand down there and pull it back up. So, I stick my hand down to search for it but it is not there. I then get up on my hands and knees, crying, and start searching through the sheets. Since the sheets are white, and the bag of candy is white, I'm thinking that I'm just not spotting the bag. So, I'm feeling for the bag more than looking for it. . The next thing I know my mom is standing at the foot of my bed asking what is wrong. I continue crying as I tell her I cannot find my candy. She tells me I was dreaming and there was no candy. I become angry and keep insisting that it was not a dream and that the candy is there someplace and ask her to help me find it. She keeps trying to reason with me but I am not buying that it was a dream. My older brother, Jim, comes upstairs and together they were finally able to convince me to go downstairs with them.
At no time am I aware of dreaming and then waking up. For several hours after I went downstairs I was sure that the candy was upstairs someplace and that one of my siblings would find it, although to my knowledge they didn't. I was angry at my Mother for not taking it seriously. To this day I can still remember the way that bag of candy smelled. That's how real the candy was to me.
Next...
My older sister had the dream first. Here's how she remembers it, in her own words:
It was warm weather and I was in a bedroom by myself supposedly taking a nap, although I was awake (or so I thought). I looked over to my right and saw a Hershey bar laying on the white sheet a little ways away from me at about waist level. I was surprised to see it. I didn't "know" until then that I had a Hershey bar. I turned over onto my side to reach for it and realized it wasn't there any more. First I checked under my pillow, and when it wasn't there I figured it must have fallen over the side of the bed, which was pushed flush against the wall. I was expecting to find the candy bar lodged there since I figured the bed was too close to the wall to allow it to fall all the way to the floor. I scooted over to look, fully expecting to find it, but didn't see it. At this point I became somewhat alarmed and got up on my hands and knees to search, trying to push my hand between the bed and the wall to see if it was on the floor...but there wasn't enough space for my hand to fit. I became frantic and started crying, thinking my mother would come to help me. I became more and more frantic, and cried louder and louder "on purpose' so my mother would hear, all the time still searching for the candy. Finally my mother was standing in the doorway asking me what was wrong and telling me to quiet down. I explained about the candy and asked her to help me find it. I think I wanted her to move the bed away from the wall to see if it was on the floor. She told me I was being silly, I'd had a dream, and there wasn't any candy. She wanted me to get up and go to the kitchen with her. I resisted, insisting it hadn't been a dream, continuing to insist she should help me find it, and becoming angry and resentful towards her; somehow I was thinking she just didn't want me to have the candy, and that's why she wouldn't help me. She became very annoyed with me and I finally gave up and went to the kitchen with her. I'm not sure, but I think I got an older brother, Jim, to help me later in the day to pull the bed back to see for myself if the candy was there on the floor....but I never found it.
This dream is still very clear. I can see the sunshine, the dark wrapper of the Hershey bar against the white sheet, the two windows in the room, all very clearly, and I can remember my mother, but not the features of her face. This is "one of those dreams" I think of now and then.
So...
Both of us felt downright bereft at the loss of the candy. Both of us suspected our mother wouldn't help us find the candy because she didn't want us to have it...or perhaps if she'd taken us seriously we'd have been able to find it. Our mother didn't let us have much candy when we were kids. To both of us this dream is still remarkably clear in our memories.
What do you guys make of this?