The other morning, I woke up from a dream I told myself to remember repeatedly.
It was a subconscious theory of time travel. Ha!
What if you started remembering key events in your life and even the world but no one else remembered? And these naysayers informed you –
No, you’re mistaken, this is what happened.
But your memory still remained no matter how much they tried to compromise it. A shadow overlain on the “facts” started to greatly disturb you.
What if these misremembrances of yours were actual instances (unprovable, of course) of a time traveler going back and messing with things, changing the past, and thereby tweaking the present.
But your body and brain retain the physical memory already made, it doesn’t entirely get overwritten by the new tinkered with memory, your subconscious is the glitch, a vestigial you no longer knew how to use.
[Stray thought – If time travel was possible it seems to me that it would only be possible to go backwards. I know that goes against conventional wisdom but I’m a dreamer and and writer so scientific sense doesn’t come easily to me. The future seems like unreality because the future is always changing and never truly exists. It is only the present and the past that have substance, that are living entities, the future is dust.]
I have strange dreams but I rarely write them down, sometimes because they are too upsetting or that they dissipate so easily. But also, I’m such a bad journal writer! I mean I should jot down thoughts and events on a regular basis as Murakami hinted at in Norwegian Wood that was the way you would know how your outlook and philosophies change from age to age. I will try to be better about writing it all down.