Going Back In Time Through False Memories?

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I had some more dreams and there was more to this dream, but I did not voice record my dreams and I went back to sleep several times so I can only barely remember part of one dream from last night.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that I think that I was thinking about old memories, except these were false/fake/fictional memories as far as I know, and while thinking about these false memories I think that I would somehow end up being taken back in time to the moment when each false memory took place.

It seemed that I would really be there again in those moments reliving them briefly before them ending, and then I would be brought back to the current time period of the dream it seemed; but I could be wrong.

I can not remember all the false memories that I thought about and got to briefly relive, one that I can not remember possibly took place at a school but I could be wrong, and one took place at The B Parish Library.

I remember looking at the books in the new books section of the library near the front desk(s), I probably was comparing how things used to look back then to how they look now, and how things were organized but that is all that I can remember of this one.

Another involved me thinking about false memories that possibly took place at a fictional college during the day, this college seemed to be located where the HD Head Start school building in the city of D should be, and I briefly relived some of these false memories at this college.

I can not remember the parts that took place inside the college, but I do remember part of the end when I was outside the college.

My former female classmate CW and some of her fictional friends and I were under a one-story building at the college, it looked like the abandoned building at the HD Head Start school, and the building was off the ground enough to have a good amount of crawl space.

We were under the building talking and hanging out possibly because it was a shaded and more private area with dark somewhat soft dirt (that would probably be good for farming if sunlight could reach this area), I remember being interested in my former classmate CW and I was trying to get to know her better by some spending time with her and her friends, but it did not seem that she was interested in me really.

As I briefly relived this false memory I noticed some small tool kits (sets) with small tools in them, the kind in plastic cases with small screwdrivers and things like that, and I noticed at least one person (maybe my former classmate CW) had a small carton of milk like you have a school.

After briefly reliving this false memory I decided to go back to that area under the college building, I am not sure if I found any of the tool kits or not, but I did find a small carton of milk (school milk) to my surprise.

It seemed to be the one from my memory, I smelled it and it did not smell spoiled or rotten to my surprise, and it only had a bit of separation where you could see some of the water separated from the rest.

I tasted the milk and it tasted like it was still possibly good enough to possibly drink to my surprise (old with some separation and slightly odd taste, but not that bad like you would expect), which made no sense (I assumed that maybe this area under the building and some good bacteria had kept it fresh enough somehow or that this was a more recent milk that someone else left), but I spit most of the milk out after the first sip realizing how stupid it was to drink a milk that has sat under a building for many years.

It then seemed that I really was going back in time to briefly relive these false memories, I wondered how this was even possibly and how and why was this happening and if I could change things and would it effect/affect the present and/or future, and then I started thinking about all of this.

I started to get closer to realizing that these were not real memories as far as I knew, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Shack-Like Building / Bedroom In The Field By The HD Head Start School And The C Elementary School

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I had several dreams last night, several of them were probably connected, but I woke up several times during the night and I did not voice record my dreams so I forgot most of them except for barely part of my last dream.

My last dream took place during the day, possibly on several different days, in the city of D; and it involved me walking to and/or from and/or by the C Elementary School, the HD Head Start School, and the field that is by both of them.

In the middle of the field was a fictional shack-like building that was just one small bedroom when you went inside of it and the bedroom had a twin size(d) bed, a small television, a small bookshelf, a small chest-of-drawers, maybe a ceiling fan and lights, a storage chest, and several other things; and it was in pretty good condition.

Each day I would walk through this area either from and/or to and/or by both of the schools that I mentioned earlier but I can not remember if I ever went to any of the schools or not or if I was a student or worker or not, and I came across a few people during the dream during my walks; and I talked with them but I can not remember who they were or what we talked about, but I think that one of them was a male former schoolmate or classmate of mine and/or someone who(m) I met at the church near CS Bank many years ago who was somewhat tall with whitish colored skin and short medium-colored hair and/or it was my former male classmate SB.

Each day I would briefly stop in the field to go inside the shack-like building/bedroom, I probably would store some things in there and look at some of the things that I had stored there, and it was like a place I would go to maybe relax/explore/be alone/think of old memories/et cetera almost like it represented a storage place of old memories/objects and/or something like that maybe (like in the movie Inception where the character Mal Cobb hid something/a truth inside an old house inside a vault that was hidden inside a dollhouse).

One day I found something new inside the shack-like building/bedroom that I did not put there and my dad entered the room/building telling me that it was him who put it there for me, he got it from one of the schools where he was working without permission, and so I told him that he should probably take it back or at least ask if he could have it; but he did not think that was necessary, but I insisted.

My dad left at some point and maybe someone else came to the shack-like building/bedroom and maybe I talked with them, I was surprised because almost no one but me ever seemed to explore the shack-like building/bedroom even though it was always unlocked in a field near two schools, and no one had even stolen/stole anything that I would store in there; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr