Losing My Memory

I had a dream that I lost my memory from October 16^th 2010 to December 27^th 2012, and yes, in the dream I actually said the dates out loud and when I woke up I remembered them. So, this would be two days after Christmas. I remember vaguely realizing that this was a date AFTER 12/21/12 (the supposed apocalypse or whatever).

I "woke up" (appeared) in my shower at home. My friend Wara actually came and called for me so I came out and suddenly realized that something was very wrong. I realized I had forgotten EVERYTHING for an extended period of time. I asked her what the date was, and she said December 27^th. I initially thought that I had forgotten the last 2 months of my life which is terrifying enough, but then quickly realized it had actually been over 2 years. I asked her what I got for the most recent Christmas, to see if it would somehow jog my memory; she said that she got me some strange device you put under carpets to make them smell good. I couldn’t remember this gift of course and began to panic.

I was driving down the road, searching through my phone (yes, apparently while driving). I was thinking that I was dating a man named Conor at the time of my memory lapse and I called a random number on my phone that frequently occurred in my call list. I reached my supposed boyfriend, and I didn’t recognize the voice. I asked who it was that I was talking to, he said, with clear confusion, “Uh this is only guys number that my girlfriend should be calling for lovin', what's up?” So I exclaimed, "Are we married? Engaged?! How long have we been together?!" in a panic. He was misinterpreting what was going on: "Uhhh we can be?? If that’s what you’re, uh, thinking? What is going on?!" Now he was getting anxious. And all I could think was 'oh my god'. I hung up.

I then found my mother and talked to her about my memory loss. I remember that she seemed strangely flippant about my memory loss. I remember in our conversation talking about a friend of mine, Ariel, who had been pregnant right before my memory loss ocurred. I remember starting to really freak out because i had missed the birth of her child, the naming, and her wedding which had been that winter of 2012. Well, technically I didn't miss it, but I might as well have.

The dream then started to turn bizarre. It turned out my father had turned into a 100 year old taco. My mother pointed to him from across the room. I tried to talk to him but he looked disgusting as a strange seeping burrito. I did it anyway, trying to tell him I didn't understand how this had happened to him. In the dream, I seemed more concerned that he was 100 years old instead of the fact that he was a taco. In this dream, however, another form of my father (in a human body) was sitting nearby and was narrating the taco's voice. I didn't acknowledge him for whatever reason, and continued talking to my "real father", the taco. The dream told me that it "wasn't a big deal" that my father in his human body was talking back to me as if he were the taco, but the taco was actually him, but just didn’t have a mouth to speak with. I vaguely realized it must be terrible to not have eyes to see with, as a taco.

I then went to my school, a place I didn't recognize at all. I realized my hopes of being a vet were crushed. I couldn’t remember anything. I checked my phone again. I realized I had sent and received texts that I didn’t remember writing or receiving. I became increasingly disturbed and woke up distraught. It is quite terrifying to not remember anything you've seen or done for the past two years. I woke up at 6.30 AM to write some shorthand notes about this and fell back asleep.