Cannabis Dreams of a Childhood Home

Sometimes I have dreams I'm back at the apartment. It was a nice apartment, our own two floor, three bedroom apartment. By all means, it wasn't a bad place. I grew up there. It was surrounded by woods on all sides, and every house on the street had atleast one kid housed. We had a lot of kids to talk to. There was a rock behind my apartment, and me and the girls used to sit on top of it. The big rock. It wasn't that great when I went back after I moved though. I think I could step on it without going on all fours to climb the side. I remember that was how I used to get up onto that thing. Well I met a lot of cool people there. First it was her, then the next, then it was me. Everyone moved out, and so did I. We go back to that neighborhood every halloween. I have a lot of memories associated with that place. I can map out where my room was located in the apartment when I look at it. All those nights I spent daydreaming out at the sky. But that's was a different part of my life, and I wish I wouldn't have these dreams where I am back in that place.

This seems like a beautiful place but I can understand the sentiment of not wanting to be back in a place full of memories