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11 January 2020 Strange Dream.... A Trick of Memory


I had a strange dream this morning.  It started out with me as a child and this girl with blonde hair and we both had rocket launchers.  Two scary guys came running after us.  She panics, well, we both do.  But she accidentally fires a missle at them totally obliterating them.
Twenty years later I return home from college.  In my dream where I’m living now is my childhood home.  I get pulled into my neighbor’s house and am given a pin.  The whole neighborhood is celebrating the passing of the ‘Dani Frost’ law.  People are telling that it was tragic and that I must still have nightmares about.  I’m unaware of what they are talking about.  You know about Dani Frost and those guys.  I still don’t know what they are talking about.  I have this weird sense of dread and panic, that I was a part of this tragedy.  
The tragedy happened when you were kids.  Dani Frost accidentally killed two men with a rocket launcher.  The Dani Frost law states that if you must carry rocket launchers in your pickup, you must have a gate over the bed of the pickup so that children cannot accidentally climb in the back of the pickup and take them out.  In my dream I had blocked out Dani Frost and the whole incident.  At the end of the dream I saw the girl and she was an adult wearing children like clothes.  That the whole incident had shaken her so much that she never grew up and remained a child her whole life.

It is weird that the girl in the dream was Dani Frost.  Dani/Danny is a real person, real persons.  A trick of the memory of my childhood.  There was this house a block over that had an elderly couple.  And these kids would come to visit their grandparents.  What I question my memory is, is Dani/Danny a girl or a boy?
I remember the girl Danielle Frost, just call her Dani.  Who came from exotic place like Portland, Maine or California.  She was a year older, had short hair and was cool enough to wear combat boots.  We would play the smart games of chess and whatnot.  She had a younger sister, who I could never remember her name but know she had long hair.
Then there is Daniel Frost, just call him Danny.  He was the same age as me.  He had this weird frosted white hair.  We would play toy soldiers.
The question is, which one was the real Danny Frost?  Is one of them a figment of the imagination.  Or were they both real?  Both went to the same house.  Was the boy Danny actually a girl?  There are so many questions about this fragment of memory.
That’s the weird thing about memory.  If you remember something from your childhood, there is a possibility that it could be viewed in a different light and be something different.
Sometimes people can tell me a story of my childhood.  Something I would have said that I completely forgot, but yet when they tell me the story, the memory comes back.  But for now the whole Dani/Danny question will remain a mystery.

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