Shit. I just remembered something else, too.

from the last post: I did not know who my grandparents and aunts and uncles were when I got a card from them for my sixth birthday. My mother didn't believe that I didn't remember because we had been very close and had just moved away from the hometown a few months previously. (Seriously, people. At first she acted like I must be pulling her leg before she realized I was serious. It was clear by her reaction that she thought it was highly unusual to completely forget them like that.)

No sooner did I publish that last post and then reread it - I remembered a recurring dream I used to have A LOT. I had it most strongly between the ages of about 9 and 20 or so. Every single time I dreamed that I traveled to the hometown and it was either gone entirely, or I would go to my grandparents' house and knock on the door only to find that they did not live there and that no one in the area had ever heard of them. I usually felt quite lost and stressed in these dreams. I couldn't understand what had happened and I was always worried about how I would get back home from there. And would the place that I lived still be there when I got back home? Would my parents disappear, too? Would I? I wonder if this could be a dream that illustrated what I did in my own mind. In any case, that's enough remembering for now. I need to slam some serious beer and put a stop to this shit before something awful happens to me.