Ever had a sensation so strong it dressed itself up as a memory and took up residence in your head? Presented itself for inspection at regular intervals, just like a real memory? Gathered nostalgia over time?
Every once in a while, on the verge of sleep, I “remember” that time I was a brown little grubby thing, some sort of fuzzy digger, and I squiggled and squiggled in the dirt, wedging myself into the cosiest corner of my burrow. I “remember” the dry smell of dust, the itch of it settling into my fur. I had a long tail, hairier than a rat’s, less hairy than a squirrel’s. I don’t know what I was, maybe a weasel.
Where did that come from? Did I dream it once?
Mm…I “remember” my sneezy wee nose….
PS – I had a funny discussion, the other day, about human tails. About how, if we had tails, we could put them over our bumholes to indicate disinterest in anal sex. (Well, we could.)
RG Double Ghost 