Fifteen years have passed since. Years, time, almost my entire life to be exact. At this very moment I realize how much has happened since then. What I have done, how I have changed. What I was, what I am, how I will be. It's not the first time I'm actually aware of it, but still, all the memories, all the events.
Ask yourself a honest question: what exactly do you remember? If you go back in youself, how far are you able to go? And what do you see? Is it still complete or can't you recognize it anymore? To be honest, I do not know the answer to the latter. For me all my old memories, my thoughts, are still present, but not 'there'. If I should describe it, it's like a flow. I'm still able to see how the flow went, but there's no way to see how it was actually moving on a particular day, on a particular moment.
I'm being foolish. I should be glad I I couldn't, since if I would be able to recall all the details in my life I would literally overflow. Of course this isn't valid for some special memories in my life, but as far as I'm concerened I can be categorized as 'normal'. It's normal that when you get born, you have no memories. It's normal that when you get older, you remind things. It's normal then when you age more, you know even more, but unawarely forget things from the past. It's normal that you at this given moment shouldn't remember anything while you were three years old. Yes, three years, three times. Exactly. The. Same.
Three times I've had this dream, three times unchanged in detail. Unchanged till this very day, still surviving against all the other memories eating up the remainders layer by layer. Now my question to you: how many times have you dreamt exactly the same? And how many times have you remembered exactly the same? As a 'normal' toddler, this can't be his memory.
Or is it...?