This dream doesn’t feel like a dream. I somehow had a strong feeling that it was true. That dream, it happened to me in my childhood but I only remembered bits and flashes. I just relived it once again. All the memories of my childhood were blurred. I searched the internet to know the reason for this. According to the internet, my brain suppressed my memories in response to severe stress. It makes sense; the alternative for not fighting the pain is to forget them. That's what my brain did exactly.
I had various theories now. Some were logical, some were practical, and the rest were supernatural. My first theory is, as I was feeling gloomy, lonely and dreamed of the mysterious fig
