If you had asked me earlier today to show you to the Forbidden Grotto, I wouldn't have been able to do it. I knew it existed and I knew I'd been there before, I just forgot where it was and what it looked like.
Rika took me there today. When I climbed down into the dark cave and crawled into the opening with the cold clear pool of water, I recognized it immediately. I'd been to this spot before. Not only that, I've had dreams about this place. A lot of dreams. My conscious self had only forgotten that the place in my dreams was a real place.
Funny. I'm usually pretty good with memory stuff. For example, I was able to find the Banadero trail when I first came back to Saipan even though it had been 19 years since I had seen it. I don't know why I forgot about this cave.
I dream about the Forbidden Grotto often. Seriously. I can't say what goes on in the dreams, but I know this is the place I visit. Funny that I couldn't remember that the place in my dreams was a real place. Funny weird, not funny ha ha.
Crawling into the entrance of that cave was like slipping through the looking glass. I was entering into another world, possibly even intruding into another world. I had opened up a photo album and leapt into a forgotten childhood memory. A world of dreams that is very, very real.
It gave me chills. Hours later, I'm still haunted by that cave.