dreaming.

today i woke up and my mind was racing. I was buzzing from the dream i had just had. But thats nothing new, because i love dreaming.
it seems that the places i go in my dreams, are the places ive been to when i was younger. Theyre my collected memories of my childhood and my time spent on this earth
and i find that so magical. I had a dream that i was driving along this path with my family, sitting on the backseat of my dads 4 wheels tricycle, i looked out and i felt like i could recognize the place but i couldnt put my finger on where and what these places were
in my dream, i suddenly shouted 'we've been here before! this is my dream but i know that we've been here before! the next block is dad's friends house!' i was somehow really excited inside, i had a feeling that i couldnt put my finger on it. i dont know what it was but it made me happy
although when we pulled up to the side of the road, the area where dad's friends house once stood was empty and filled with blocks of concrete and bricks.
weird.