When Little Z was a baby (she's only 2 1/2 now, so not so long ago) I would go to her when she was crying. Then, sometimes, after I went to bed and was trying to go to sleep, I would think that I was hearing her crying. I would check on her, and she was sound asleep. But I would still hear her crying. Even when, logically, I knew she was not crying and she was sound asleep, I would hear her. It was clearly some sort of auditory hallucination, but I could never talk myself out of it. I could look at her and see her sleeping, and the second I looked away, I heard her crying. I would fall asleep sometimes and feel like I could hear her crying in my dreams.
Now, with these little chickens, a similarly odd thing has happened. Laying in bed the past couple of nights, I could hear the chics chirping. The really crazy thing about this is that they live in the Organic Machine House, a.k.a. the Barn, and I live in the house, and (it being winter) all of the windows are closed. There is just no way I could actually hear them. But of course, I heard them none the less for knowing that I couldn't hear them.
I could tell myself that my husband's nose must be whistling, but I still fell asleep to the mild sounds of baby chickens.
I have those types of hallucinations, too. And once, long ago when I was a bit unstable, I had a tactile hallucination paired with an auditory hallucination. That was a biggie. :)
ReplyDelete25% of people see or hear the odd thing that isn't there. I was once bitten by a strawberry. It had fangs.
ReplyDeleteI'm in good company, then.
ReplyDeleteIt's from all of that acid you dropped in the '60s. Don't try to deny it.
ReplyDeleteSince I can't remember a thing about the sixties- and I mean really, not one thing- I guess I won't deny it.
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