There is a strange logic to dreams, "Dream Logic" I like to call it. It's where seemingly random associations become imbued with meaning. People, strangers become lovers and confidantes and you don't question it, it's part of the dream. Old neighborhoods become both strange and familiar, where you can become lost in your own house, or take a shortcut that leads you across the world. Distant friends and schoolmates will reunite, people long forgotten in conscious thought reappear in new guises, new relations. In dreams, the mind functions as a whole, disbelief is suspended, incredible events are accepted as ordinary and subservient to a twisted, twisting logic that perverts and recreates memory. One has a dream and in it one recognizes an almost instant familiarity, as if one has had this dream before, never the exact same dream, but the same dream nonetheless. And yet upon awakening it is brand new. And they have the ability to overwrite memory, I have woken from dreams of my childhood, of a childhood I never experienced in a house filled with strangers become relatives, in a town I have never visited become home, yet in the dream I recognized it all and awoke strangely saddened that this dream wasn't my childhood. And strangely disturbed.