I havent dreamt much lately. However, early Sunday morning, at around 1:30 A.M., when cooking my breakfast, I had a strange memory of a dream I had about Schwagstock. Nothing too solid remembered other than we got there, returned home, then finally went back.
Normally I don't keep record of such insignificantly vague dreams, but this one was different. What's strange about the memory of the dream is I can't place if I had it the night before or if it was years ago and I was finally recalling it. At first it seemed like that day, but then I recalled recalling it before.
Truly strange- but not unheard of, for me personally. Just wanted to make more of it, because I feel like it's happened before.
