Do you dream in your childhood home?

[Cheezy the Wiz]

Yes, I do dream at home. I'm in my hometown, or my house, or my bedroom. Sometimes when I wake up, my mind "thinks" I'm in my childhood bedroom, and for several seconds I'm so disoriented, confused, and almost panicky, since I have no idea where I am. It's like my mind "tries" to see my old room, where the door was, where my robe hung, where my dresser and windows and the corners of the room were, and it slowly fades into the room I'm actually in. This may also be related to the fact that I sleep in the same bed I did as a child. For those few seconds, though panicky as I am, they seem almost blissful at the same time, like I really am back home, waking up on a Saturday morning, ready to throw homework to the wind and go play Frisbee in the fallow field down the road. Thinking about it now almost chokes me up.

 

[Hundegesicht]

Not often, but when I do I'm always a child. Usually, it's late at night (like, 3 AM or so) and my mother wakes up and yells at me for running around the house at all hours.

For some reason, this is usually a really traumatic experience in my dreams. Like, I'll hear my moms footsteps and try and sneak back into my room, but it never quite works.

 

[JustinianVII]

All the time. Since, in my entire life, I haven't lived any place else as a permanent residence.

 

[Narz]

I dream I'm in all sorts of places. Usually hybrids of various places I've lived/worked/gone to school/visited over the years.

 

[Mise]

Sometimes I dream in my childhood home, sometimes I don't. If I dream about being in a home, it's usually my childhood one.

Yes, I do dream at home. I'm in my hometown, or my house, or my bedroom. Sometimes when I wake up, my mind "thinks" I'm in my childhood bedroom, and for several seconds I'm so disoriented, confused, and almost panicky, since I have no idea where I am. It's like my mind "tries" to see my old room, where the door was, where my robe hung, where my dresser and windows and the corners of the room were, and it slowly fades into the room I'm actually in. This may also be related to the fact that I sleep in the same bed I did as a child. For those few seconds, though panicky as I am, they seem almost blissful at the same time, like I really am back home, waking up on a Saturday morning, ready to throw homework to the wind and go play Frisbee in the fallow field down the road. Thinking about it now almost chokes me up.

That happens to me too!! Except for the gay sentimental part.

 

[Bast]

I grew up in a very big two storey house with like 7 bedrooms and a huge yard. I have a lot of dreams about that house. I've never been back, we've sold it. But I was told it was haunted and stuff. I never had any problems when I lived there.