21.7.09

A memory that didn't happen.

I have a memory but it's never happened... yet. I don't get what it is, but this is in my head:

I am in a vehicle, not a car nor SUV, but a mix. We are driving in the midst of rolling emerald hills and the grass is wet. Above us are charcoal patchy clouds: it is overcast. I stick my head out the window and my hair blows in my face. I smell rain. I sit in the passenger seat. Someone is driving (I don't know who this is, but in my dream I do.) I feel safe and loved. There is an ultimate feeling of joy and content.

We are the only ones driving along this road. The music is playing and we travel into a place that we don't know--it is an adventure. Everything we need is in the car. We have no home behind us. I'm just so excited to be where I am, ultimate joy and peace.

There are certain songs that bring this memory to my mind. I have driven through very similar hills once in Cali, once in Italy and Germany, but they didn't compare to the hills in this memory. I don't know where these hills are and if they are even on earth. But I've never been able to escape or forget the exact emotions and scenery that I see in this memory. Maybe it's just something I made up. But a very curious thing.

I've had this memory since childhood and I even wrote about it in a blog in December 06. I wrote the above before I read this again, and I am astonished at their similarities:

"I've got this vision inside my head. I think it has always been there. I am driving in a SUV type car, on a curvy road. I am not alone. There is one other person with me, but I don't' know who that is. Everything we need is packed in this car. There is no home behind us. Only the past is behind: good memories, life lessons, and most importantly, love. Green hills are on either side of me and in the distance. They aren't mountains, just hills, not too big, but beautiful nonetheless. The sky is overcast. We are the only ones on the road. The music is turned up. We aren't talking much, but mostly soaking up this great feeling. It is indescribable and full of contentedness. This is not in America."

Weird huh? : )

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