i just remembered that i had the strangest dream last night! it’s actually been a while since i’ve had any really vivid dreams, so this one struck a particular chord, i guess? that and just, i don’t know, the content of it! so, i’ve kind of lost fragments of it since the morning (the cons of not immediately jotting this down, but i digress), but basically: in my dream, i had the chance to visit my old house! see, though i’ve glimpsed the outside quite a number of times throughout the years, i think it’d be a little bit more than mildly creepy if ever we were to ask the current owners if we could take a look… despite all the jokes my parents throw around on that subject. but yes, in my dream, the current owners welcomed us in because we told them it’d been ours before. it was such a strange rush of nostalgia, even then; i just remember walking into the house and everything was changed, everything more modern, refined, with only slight traces the house as it was when we owned it. i don’t know, but even in my dream i’d managed to superimpose the old layout, remembering very clearly the walls and the pieces of furniture, all those little aspects. i just remember thinking what a rush it was, seeing everything so different in the visual aspect of my dream but still so very much the same in my head (in the dream)!! it was such a strange feeling. i just got to thinking about my childhood around then and the happy memories associated with that part of my life. i sincerely don’t know where i meant to go with this, or maybe it really had no point, but all these different “chapters” —for lack of a better, less cliche way to phrase it—are so wondrous to me! and while it was nice to revisit, if only via dream, i have to say, i’m amazed to see how it’s all played out, how it’s all playing out, and can’t wait to see what else unfolds.