The other night, I had a dream that I went to pick up someone from my old high school. When I walked up to the building, I started to recognize some of the students at the school. These kids were the same ones that I went to school with and were wearing the same things. It was almost as if I had gone back in time.
The weird thing was that dream was able to dig up the memories of people that my conscious mind had long forgotten. It makes me realize that a lot of memory must be buried deep in my mind waiting for something like a dream to let it out.