Throughout my life, I've always had dreams of places that don't exist. Usually it's just another room or another section of my house that isn't really there. Sometimes, it's an amusement park, but it's also been a town, a mall a playground, a zoo, and (hilariously) Jurassic Park. Whenever I dream about these places, I have a severe feeling of Nostalgia, my "dream" me knows them and sometimes misses them, or is just happy to be there, or just comments on them. (Unless it's Jurassic Park, then he's just freaked.)
Now, I've often thought that in times where I'm depressed or unhappy, my mind conjures up these places in my sleep to give me peace or something. But, they've happened in peaceful times and I usually awake kind of sad that those places don't really exist, and sometimes I almost think that I've seen a real place or that there is someplace that my brain is remembering and substituting the fake places for.
What I find interesting is that my friends have had similar dreams, but only either after meeting me, or when they're around me. My roomates never dreamed about stuff like that until after they moved in, and my other friends had dreams like that after meeting me. I never told them about the dreams either, and they're like "wow, I had a wierd dream about a room in this house that isn't there." But most interesting to me is that my grandfather had an entire town, called "Quay" that he dreamed about. It doesn't exist,and he's never been there, but he said if it were real that he'd know it when he saw it. My dad only had dreams about a street, I think, but not that often.
So, what do you think it is? Strange memories passed down through genes, distorted by our brains to be different places? Places that I've seen and just got muddled by my subconcious? A tumor? Also, have any of you ever had any dreams like these?
Now, I've often thought that in times where I'm depressed or unhappy, my mind conjures up these places in my sleep to give me peace or something. But, they've happened in peaceful times and I usually awake kind of sad that those places don't really exist, and sometimes I almost think that I've seen a real place or that there is someplace that my brain is remembering and substituting the fake places for.
What I find interesting is that my friends have had similar dreams, but only either after meeting me, or when they're around me. My roomates never dreamed about stuff like that until after they moved in, and my other friends had dreams like that after meeting me. I never told them about the dreams either, and they're like "wow, I had a wierd dream about a room in this house that isn't there." But most interesting to me is that my grandfather had an entire town, called "Quay" that he dreamed about. It doesn't exist,and he's never been there, but he said if it were real that he'd know it when he saw it. My dad only had dreams about a street, I think, but not that often.
So, what do you think it is? Strange memories passed down through genes, distorted by our brains to be different places? Places that I've seen and just got muddled by my subconcious? A tumor? Also, have any of you ever had any dreams like these?
