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The Creature in the Recycling Bin
I threw some aluminum cans into an empty black plastic recycling bin in my back yard. Before I dropped the bag of cans into the bin I noticed that the bottom of the can was filled with a few inches of water. After dropping the bag into the bin, I turned away to walk a few feet when I heard what sounded like a muffled explosion and a whoosh. I turned and saw that the recycle bin was gone.
I knew immediately what had happened since this had happened on a few previous occasions. I went into the house to the upstairs master bedroom to look out upon the front yard. I saw the recycle can lid among the shrubs and knew that the can was somewhere in the yard. I went downstairs to look for the can.
As I walked about the yard I wondered what it was that had been causing this to happen. With a shudder I concluded that the most logical explanation was that there was some sort of creature in the bin, that angered or startled by my actions of discarding the refuse, reacted in such a way as to cause the can to fly over the house and into the front yard. I briefly thought about how someone could have been seriously injured if they had been hit by the bin.
I reflected upon all of the previous times that this had happened. I noticed that my mother's 1992 Lincoln Town Car was parked at an angle near where the trashcans are normally placed on trash pick up day. I knew that the car had died in that spot and apparently George had not yet been able to move it or get it running. I then realized that I was in the front yard of my mother's house in Tennessee, whereas I had previously been inside the house where I live and in the back yard of my house in California. It all seemed perfectly normal to me.
It was all a dream--part of a few seconds or milliseconds of sleep in the moments before waking. And yet I had a memory of a complete history of previous events as though I had actually lived through them all. Had these memories come from a protracted dream that had been occurring all through the night? Were they layers of dream memories from dreams that were occurring in rapid succession and perhaps even simultaneously? Was the dream experience related to what we call deja vu?
Do you ever have dreams that include dream memory and an awareness of a complex history?-- Things that you instinctively know to be fact and true within the context of the dream but are illogical and even nonsensical in real life? Where do you think dream memory comes from?