For years, I have had the same dream.
I am standing on a hill under a purple sky, watching two suns set at the same time. The air is warm, but the ground beneath me looks like dark glass.
There are structures in the distance, tall and thin, not like buildings on Earth.
The strange thing is that I never feel afraid in the dream. I feel homesick.
When I was younger, I thought it was just imagination. But as I got older, the dream became clearer. The same hill. The same sky. The same two suns.
One night, I woke up and drew the symbols I had seen carved into one of the structures.
A few months later, I saw a similar pattern in a documentary about ancient markings.
I am not saying I came from another planet. I know how that sounds.
But sometimes I wonder if dreams are not always memories from this life.
Tatooine Planet