I KNOW RIGHT, WEIRD! WHAT A COINCIDENCE! ALL IN ONE DAY!
Only none of it happened. It was my brain was playing tricks on me.
When I saw Chris walk into the Gregson centre, my heart leapt and I got these huge surges of pleasure to see such a familiar face. Someone I could have a proper old chat too. Same surges when I saw Salima sitting in the Brittania pub as I walked past. Same surges when I saw Amanda walking up the hill towards me.
I saw each of their faces vividly, exactly, precisely. I don't mean like a isn't-that-so-and-so type of seeing. I mean my brain actually projected their faces perfectly onto stranger's faces. Each time it lasted for about three full-on seconds and then I realized - with my heart plummeting - that it was just someone with a similar sort of hairstyle but a very,very different face.
I googled this morning to see if it is a phenomenon: hallucinating familiar people into your life when you're homesick. Couldn't find anything on it.
It has left me wondering though. What does it mean? Am I in such desperate need of familiarity and old friends that I've gone proper mental? Is it a message from my sub-conscious that I should listen to? Or do I just need a really good night's sleep?!
Anyway, another long-term friend coming up to Lancaster this weekend. Lucky old her! Loopy Claire is all hers.
The real me was hiding in your laundry basket for hours but you didn't see me so I went home. It's because I am not from Oxfordshire yes?
ReplyDeleteNo Molly,
ReplyDeleteIt is not a regional problem. As a therapist, and coincidentally also from Oxfordshire, I noticed the same phenomenon as you. I was standing under the lamp shade, in the corner of the living room, for much of Friday. Because we covered our faces, she was unable to hallucinate any of the people she really liked, on to us. My investigation will be to suspend myself from the ceiling, lowering my face in front of hers at opportune moments, to see who she “recognises”. I am waiting for the pulleys from eBay.
I have now had to remove 257 people from Oxfordshire (and one from Norfolk) hiding, suspended, squatting in various corners of my house and send them packing. I didn't like any of them, you see. ;) ;) ;)
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