Why do dreams take us back to childhood?
Have you ever woken up feeling like you’ve just been somewhere else? Not just a vague, fading dream—but a place you recognize . A place that feels like it belongs to you, even if you can’t fully explain why, it is just vividly captured. Yesterday’s nap, I flew back to my childhood. Short, only ~1.5 hours, yet heartwarming. *** I was walking along a narrow sidewalk for pedestrians, the kind that forces you to turn your shoulders slightly just to pass through. It was crowded—too crowded. People sat on low stools, eating from small tables set up beside pickup trucks turned into makeshift food stalls. The air felt busy, noisy, alive. I kept bumping into people as I walked. There was barely any space to move. It should have been uncomfortable, even irritating for my current version risking the panic attack—but it wasn’t. It felt familiar, nostalgic, and old comfort. Like waiting after school, buying cheap street food and snacks sold near the entrance gate of the school, watching the sky dar...
