I had a dream that I looked across a room of people, people between who I knew and who I didn't know, and saw myself as a six year old. I saw her smile and run over to me. But, was I truly myself when I saw the younger version of me? I'm not really sure. But I held on to her tight, and I stayed hugging her. I was thinking maybe it could've been memories of my deceased father or brother, that would for sure be an interesting prospect... but still.