I have always had dreams that included a very interesting market, filled with Artisans, crafts, leather working, model trains, magic and amazing woodwork, adorned with stained glass windows and banners. I recall it as Alapadreeda, a very special mall with no other like it in the world.
Needless to say, I was very surprised when a coworker mentioned it. And then, after talking with them, I remembered it. It wasn’t a dream location. It was real.
This is Olla Podrida, a crafts mall that was in Dallas until it was shut down 1996. The last time I saw it I was 5 years old. The memory faded, but only out of my conscious mind. Unconsciously, I have been remembering it for years. Now that I can recall it, I remember so many things of it. I was absolutely mystified by the magic shop within, enthralled by the artwork within, and the best way to describe it now, as I have read in an article also fondly remembering it, is Diagon Alley. I can’t believe I ever forgot it… it was such a special place to me as a child.
Have you ever had something similar happen? Has a location, known to you only in dreams, turned out to be a lost memory?