The more essay writing I do, the more random memories and dreams pop into my head. These memories and dreams are not recent either-in fact they were almost forgotten- that's what I find odd the most... I remember everything; the places, the feelings, the sounds... why I was brought back there I will never know. Memories and dreams are interrelated to me to the point boundaries between what's real and what's not in the past blurs... Something I will never understand. Something we may never understand...