STORY
It happened on Children’s Day. I was sleeping and my mum woke me up and gave me my present. I was half-dreaming and I didn’t remember of this event. At 6 p.m. , I told my mum: „You’ve forgot the Children’s Day”. And she replied: „Don’t remember? You put your gift under your pillow.” And really, I found it there and I still don’t remember it.
NOTATION
It was on Children’s Day. My mum came to my room. She woke me up. She gave me my present. I didn’t remember of that so I mentioned my mum, she forgot Children’s Day. She told I have already got my present and I put it under my pillow. It was there.
SURPRISES
What a story! Imagine, I was sleeping in my bed and my mum came to my room and woke me up. And why? Because it was a wonderful day, Children’s Day, and she gave me a very nice gift! After that I fell asleep and I didn’t remember anything. How diappointed I was! My own mother forgot Children’s Day! So guess, what I did in the evening? I hauled my mum up for the gift. What a shame! Fortunatelly my mum told where I put it and, imagine, it was there. Guess where! Under my pillow… And what was that? It was an amazing book!
DREAM
Something happened… It is not so clear. But I have a strong feeling, maybe it was an event. I am not sure. It feels like walking in fog and seeing siluette that appears and vanishes again. Maybe it was my mum and me. But it is too misty. My mum may have forgot an event connected to me. It is too shadowy to see. I am sorry. It doesn’t come to my mind. But something happened…
PRECISION
It happened on Children’s Day, the last Sunday in May. I ,aged 21 years 3 months 4 days, 1m 72cm, was home in Kaposvár (50. Rezeda Str.). My mum, aged 47 years 11 months 7 days, 1m 68cm, came to my room and woke me up softly at 7.27 a.m. She was to give me my present which was a book, called Perfümök, written by: Nigel Groom, published by Glória Kiadó, 1999. I didn’t remember of this event and I fell asleep deeply. I woke up at 9.47 a.m. and I helped my mum for cooking stuffed cabbage (cabbage, meat, rice, water, onion, pepper salt, paprika, bayleaves) and soup in Újházi style (chicken, pepper, salt, water, carrot, mushroom, onion, oil). Later I watched Smallville and Despereate Housewifes on the TV. Then the thought came to my mind and at 6.12 p.m. I asked my mum: „Did you forget Children’s Day?”
She answered: „Don’t remember? You put it under your pillow.” So I went to my room (32 cm2) and I approached my bed (2X2 meter) and I pulled up my pillow (20 X 42.5 centimeter). And the book was under my pillow, exactly between the bed and the pillow.
HESITATION
I really don’t know where, when and what happened… Maybe it was my mum and me but I’m not sure, maybe my brother and me. It was on….I don’t know which day. Was it an event? I remember, am I remember? Perhaps there was a book or a pillow and my room or my mum’s room. Was my dad at home or not? Yes, he was home…or not? And I was happy. No I was sad. Yes, I was very sad….or happy? And I asked something to my mum. I’m not sure. Did I talk to my mum?
Yes. And she answered. She told something like to find something but what and where, I don’t know. But I remember I found it, just I don’t know where. It was a book or a broom?