I realised the other night that the vast majority of my most vivid dreams always end up in the same place - the house we lived in in Belgium. There will be details from other parts of my life - a dress I bought only recently, friends from Glasgow or Borneo, etc - but I'll usually end up back at the Rozenlaan house with a good amount of detail. The plot is different every time, but all the other houses I've lived in barely feature.
I wonder why that is? Anyone else have a similar experience?
Oh, and my flying dreams? I swim through the air in a graceful breaststroke.
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