Those of you who watch Sherlock might be familiar with the term “Mind Palace”. It’s actually an ancient concept, attributed to the Greek poet Simonides of Ceos. According to myth, Simonides went to a banquet, and as he stepped outside to do some business, the hall collapsed behind him. His fellow revellers were crushed in the building collapse, and their remains were too badly mangled to be identified. However, Simonides is said to have been able to put a name with each body based on where they had been sitting in the hall before he stepped out.
In the Sherlock series, the title character visualizes a “palace” with multiple rooms. Each room holds a specific memory – and in order to access them, Sherlock just walks through the rooms in his mind. He also uses the rooms to help him to process the memories and make inferences from the information.
I realized not too long ago, that my mind holds onto things in a similar way – but instead of a “palace”, my mind palace is a city. Like the opening credit of Babe, Pig in the City, it’s a mesh of a whole bunch of cities. The Eiffel tower is there, Buckingham Palace and the Sydney Opera House. I can get to the ruins of Pompeii as well. The city has hotels, museums, a mall and an airport. The signs are in French, English, Italian and Japanese. And unlike the Sherlock character, I can’t consciously go into my mind city. It happens only when I’m sleeping.
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I had a regularly recurring dream that I was going to hop aboard a flight at my mind airport to visit an Egyptian museum in Paris that my ex told me about. It wasn’t until several years after I left him that I realized that I’d never actually been inside the museum. I have a very vivid picture of it in my mind – right down to the fine details of the exhibits. I was disappointed when I figured out I hadn’t actually gone there – I’d hoped to take the kids one day because it’s amazing.
The airport is a regular feature in my dreams too. I’m sure that it’s likely symbolic – dreammoods.com suggests that “To see an airport in your dream symbolizes birth (arrivals) and death (departures). If the airport is busy, then it signifies the desire for freedom, high ideals, ambition, and hopes. It is an indication that you are approaching a new departure in your life. Some new idea is taking off or is ready to take off. You may be experiencing a new relationship, new career path or new adventure.”
When I’m at the airport, I’ve always decided to take a last minute trip somewhere and I’m waiting for the plane to come. Sometimes there are elements of security and passports – at least once I forgot my passport and had to have someone bring it to me. Most of the time when I arrive I have no luggage. Sometimes I pick up a tiny bikini while I’m there with the intention of wearing that only whilst I’m away (talk about a dream…)
When I’m heading to the Paris museum (usually sans bikini), the person I’m with (who changes regularly) and I get a cab from the airport. I never remember the flight – but I always remember getting into the cab. We drive up the main strip – trying to find a hotel that will accommodate us last minute. The inside of the hotel of late looks like one that Hubs and I stayed in when we were in Quebec City, Canada for the first time. It’s got a lot of stairs up to the reception desk. Sometimes we go right to the museum (which is fine, because we never have luggage to worry about).
There’s also a mall in the mind city. It’s always the same mall. There’s an underground place that’s a maze of corridors. Where I enter the mall is under a large financial district with big buildings – sometimes I’ve just left one of the buildings from a job interview and I’m getting ready to head home by train. Sometimes I spent some time searching for a particular store. Other times, I’m going to get lunch before heading to the interview.
There is a big open area with two levels and windows across the center of the ceiling. There are at least two food courts, one in the underground maze, and one in the open area. There’s a Middle Eastern fast food place that I seem to really enjoy (although in real life, I likely wouldn’t try something that exotic). I don’t recall ever getting to the job interview or to the train, but I have left the building to catch a cab to the interview. Sometimes I’ll stop at a spa just near the entrance/exit of the building and get various waxings, facials or other treatments.
I’m fascinated by the detail of it – and assume that its recurrence means that I’m trying to work through something in my head, or that I’m anticipating some sort of change in my life. I’m not sure why I was there last night – but I look forward to finding out.
Do you have any recurring dreams that seem to link together? Do you have a mind palace?
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This reminds me of the book “A house in the Sky” have you read it? It is the most depressing, but poignant version of your mind palace.
No – I’ll have to look for that one. Thanks Anna!
My dreams will
Connect for years and then boom they just stop and start a new
Really? How fascinating. Is it preceded by some real change in your life?
I never know. My life changes daily!
Wow, so interesting!!!! I would have the alley ways of Rome, and the sky at night in Rome, with the beach of Tropea, along with sooo many other things. What a neat concept… can I PLEASE dream of this tonight!!! hahaha please!!! It’d be so amazing!!! Oh, and my grandparents and their Maryland home!
Those sound like lovely dreams. Did they happen??
I feel like I do have dreams like this but they all seem to be related to something that I’ve actually seen in person, at some point in my lifetime. It’s weird seeing them all put together but it always seems to work out somehow.
It is weird how our mind knits and related things.
My dreams are never as complex as this by a long shot and I usually don’t remember them past a few minutes after I wake up. You’re lucky to be able to recall with such clarity.
My level of luck depends on the dream. I also have recurring nightmares that aren’t that great.
WOW! This is fascinating. My sister tells me she has a kind of filing cabinet system in her brain, with files and sub-files, and that’s how she remembers things, and has done since she was a little girl. I find that astonishing and also SO not what I do.
I have no idea what I do. I have no mind palace. My only recurring dreams seem to be about my teeth falling out, or needing to find a toilet in a room full of broken or otherwise unsuitable ones.
I don’t have a method for remembering, which is how I write lists. I sometimes remember a situation, I suppose, and try to consciously remember something within it. But…I think I mostly remember just through sheer luck.
Lol. I like the way your mind works. Don’t change.
That’s a relief. And even though we talk about changing our minds all the time, I suppose we don’t really 🙂
It would be nice to have a mind palace, maybe i’d be able to organize it and know where all my thoughts are! As for dreams, i don’t tend to have recurring ones, with the possible exception of the bridge that is impossibly steep and that cars cannot drive over, but my husband keeps trying. That one i have about once a year, i think.
What an unusual dream. Do you think it’s because your husband is more of a risk taker than you are?
I have had recurring dreams that conected to others, yes. It’s weird! But I think it’s also very interesting to think what we may be tapping into.
It’s amazing how it’s all connected up there. Something you need to be unconscious to see.
I often dream of things that have happened in my past. Like past places I have been.
Hopefully nice places!
Amazing. My dreams are very vivid but they jump all over the place. I can be in six different locations in one night – all with different people.
That’s the mark of a creative mind.
Mind palaces, yes!
So I had a vivid dream last night that I was in an airport as a layover and I looked at my phone and it said I was in the country of “Amara.” But people told me I was actually in Paris.
So all I wanted to do was make a FB status that I was in Paris, because I’ve never.. left North America.
Anyway one day I’ll do it in real life.
I would love to see the pictures you took there. It’s a beautiful city.