Same reason I used to dream about an ice cream shop that never existed, and I didn't even realize it never existed until I was in middle school. I just dreamed about it so often I figured it was a memory.
yeah same reason i dream about that pillar, black as night, formed of a constantly twisting fractal network of creaking cables only barely trapping never-resting protean beings i pray never to see, emerging dry from a pit of roiling, vomitous green fluid rent directly into the stones of the earth, an unreal gash in the world i can only assume was placed there by some imprisoning angel, completely incongruously placed in front of the pond i ice skated on back in kindergarten. Dreams just kind of happen, you know?
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