I have a memory that I am not sure if it is a memory or a dream. From the content of it though, it has to be a dream. It was at my parents' first house. I woke up and noticed that I didn't have my blanket with me. I walked down to the basement to get it. My parents had this tall picture of Charlie Chaplain down there. When I went down there, I either heard the picture talking or it moved or something. I was frightened and ran back upstairs. Weird memory.