As ARC requested:
"MusicMan - I'm very interested in hearing about the dream you have remembered for so long. It's amazing how something like a dream can make such a deep impression in memory."
At about the age of six, (more than 60 years ago) I had recurring dreams in which I was watching myself walking, and I seemed to be inside some kind of a cloud. The cloud was not a clean cloud - it was like the stuff which comes out of railway steam engines containing drops of oil. I always came out of the cloud looking a bit grotty. I was always moving from left to right in the dream.
I must have worked out a way of getting rid of the cloud though, because the dreams stopped.
At about the same time ( in another dream) I used to be able to envisage the neighbourhood I lived in as I flew around it at some height off the ground. I must have watched too much 'Superman' on TV - that was available to us back in England before we emigrated (1951). The 'neighbourhood' was a migrant hostel in Adelaide. We lived there for five years.
I don't know if the dream was related to the divorce my parents were going through or not, I was too young to really know what was going on.
"MusicMan - I'm very interested in hearing about the dream you have remembered for so long. It's amazing how something like a dream can make such a deep impression in memory."
At about the age of six, (more than 60 years ago) I had recurring dreams in which I was watching myself walking, and I seemed to be inside some kind of a cloud. The cloud was not a clean cloud - it was like the stuff which comes out of railway steam engines containing drops of oil. I always came out of the cloud looking a bit grotty. I was always moving from left to right in the dream.
I must have worked out a way of getting rid of the cloud though, because the dreams stopped.
At about the same time ( in another dream) I used to be able to envisage the neighbourhood I lived in as I flew around it at some height off the ground. I must have watched too much 'Superman' on TV - that was available to us back in England before we emigrated (1951). The 'neighbourhood' was a migrant hostel in Adelaide. We lived there for five years.
I don't know if the dream was related to the divorce my parents were going through or not, I was too young to really know what was going on.