Journal #7786

I had a curious dream the other day. It was a quiet summer morning and I happened to be right across the street from the small building where my grandparents live on the first floor (of 3). There was a vacant lot with tall grass (in reality, there has been another 3-story building since before I was born). My grandmother was leaning on the balcony railing, looking down, and I talked to her as if I didn't know her.

• Excuse me, could you tell me what year is this?
• Certainly sir, it's 1985.
• Thank you.
• Don't mention it sir.

So yeah. She didn't know me because I hadn't been born yet. Also I'm sure that building was there long before 1985, but that's probably the least of my problems