Well- this may fit here:
I have had dreams that blurred into memories- or the other way around...Into the resultant sort of recurrent pattern where I am walking up a long flight of stairs and signing in at the desk of a Free Clinic.
For an exam about why my period was so late and when I did get it - it was so horribly heavy, painful and came in gushes. Incredibly detailed as if it WERE a memory of- well- filling out the forms including answering questions about how many pads or tampons a day I used and how often I changed them.
And not being sexually active AT THE TIME still did not prevent the doc from taking samples for VD
. I recall her warmest smile as I confessed attraction for her now- by my age- this was DECADES back into the more risky to mention suchlike times and not get some fear of consequences. In the memories- I'd been on my own so parents were not a worry yet the whispers of anyone- were a scarier risk than her rejecting me.
She's sternly admonishing me about a rectal abrasion that I had no recollection of how I got it- thence she softens and giggles- melting me into a puddle as she recommends Albolene as "the best lube for al anal play she ever used...
I also recalled being fitted for a Diaphragm- not out of sexual need so much as to attempt fewer times of blood running down my legs.
More details another time.