MoonBuggy wrote:I thought I could fly. I had lucid, recurring dreams that I was able to fly around my house, and didn't believe anyone who told me they weren't real. Yes, it was awesome.
I used to have very lucid dreams that I could fly by doing breaststroke in the air and then literally "swim" up, down anywhere I wanted to go.
I also used to have a recurring theme that I could almost "glide" along if I lifted my legs up while walking, only having to pop my feet down now and again.
Wait, you too? You're the only person I've ever met who has to "swim" in order to fly. Everyone else just looks at me funny.
I was under the impression that if I ran fast enough and jumped, I could glide. So for a while my primary method of locomotion was a kind of loping running-hop-jump. On the upside, I got around pretty fast.
When I was young, I lived near a town called Rockville, and was fully convinced that it was becuase of the giant rocks that were there. Actually there weren't any giant rocks at all, but I totally knew they were there. totally. Maryland was also somehow smaller than Rockville and it was the most important place on the planet.
Sex never occurred to me at all until my parents explained it to me at age eleven. I'm not even joking, I had never questioned where babies came from, I assumed they spontaneously generated or something.
I was convinced that I could stay the same age by concentrating really hard. On the other hand, I seem to age very slowly so who knows, maybe it does some good?
At first, I loved taking baths. I was actually a very cooperative child who adored being in the water. I also LOVED to watch the water drain, I found the little whirlpool fascinating. Sadly, two incidents changed that:
1. I lost my favourite green plastic bead necklace down the drain. Now, I had an irrational, illogical attachment to this thing (I actually had a weird attachment to every object I owned, come to think of it) and cried for DAYS afterwards.
2. I accidentally walked in on a showing of remake of The Blob at my dad's work (they just kept the TV on all the time and it was on. It happened to be a lovely scene wherin someone was bloodily sucked down a bathtub drain. I can still see the scene in my head despite it being almost sixteen years later and it STILL gives me the willies. Thus, I was terrified that a monster was going to bloodily suck me down the drain.
Hence, I then avoided baths if at all possible, did not take toys into the bathtub for fear of them being lost down the drain forever, and also had to leave the bath before draining it.