Why is it that dreams sometimes dig up memories that would otherwise stay forgotten? It happens to me quite a bit, although I never remember the dreams themselves.
Significant Other has loads of lucid dreams that play through sleep like little movies, but I rarely have any. I'm quite jealous.
What does happen to me is that I wake up and find myself thinking about quite random things. I've come to the conclusion that these thoughts are echoes of dreams that I've had, but not remembered.
Today I woke up and was thinking about a landlady I had a lifetime ago. I don't think I've given the woman a thought in more than 20 years, but there she was clear as day.
I was a second year uni student living in a shared house and we were thrown out by our landlord for having too many rowdy parties. The university's housing office found us all somewhere to live but weren't happy about the situation.
Because they were so unhappy I think we were deliberately given crummy places. Mine turned out to be a shabby little house owned by a grumpy widow in her 50s, who lived with her teenaged son.
I found her a bit creepy and spent as little time in the place as I could. When I wasn't there she'd go into my room and search through my stuff.
But what made me feel especially uncomfortable was the way she was constantly nagging and scolding at the son. He was a little younger than me - perhaps 17 - and went to a technology college.
I don't think he was a good student. Whenever I was there they seemed to be having some sort of dispute. She'd be moaning at him about being late for college, for staying out too late the night before, smoking, wasting his money, or some other wrong-doing.
He didn't seem that phased by it. He'd respond with a grunt or a shrug. It all made me feel uncomfortable to be around, anyone would have found it uncomfortable.
But what it worse was the way she always used the phrase "naughty boy" as she was berating her big, lump of a son. I wasn't that comfortable with my spankoness then and the vibe in that house "did my head in", as I would probably have said at the time.
The whole thing made me squirm with embarrassment and I moved out within weeks. But thinking about it all once again this morning I was able to re-write the script and cast good-looking actors. Then, of course, the memory became a great little spanko-drama...