I visit my childhood home each year, but haven't lived there full-time since June 1989. Why do all my dreams take place there? Even when they involve current events, they take place in Cleveland Heights.
Last night I was dreaming about cycling to the pool in the dark, and instead of being on Foothill Blvd. here, I was clearly on Cedar Rd. because I went by St. Ann's. My parents' jelly cupboard is often in my dreams, too.
I'd love to hear where your dreams take place.
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