… just had the biggest deja vu. I’ve been in this room before. The layout is too familiar. Then, we were hiding in a pile of socks. Buried. I don’t know what or who we were hiding from, but all I remember now is that we were staying away from the light ray creeping in from the main door. It always happens, when I try too hard to remember a dream, I end up not recalling anything at all. Sometimes I doubt myself too much I don’t even know if the memories in my head are but conjured images from the manifestation of both old and new subconscious and conscious thoughts. How is it so hard to determine what is real?