I guess the well is a bit dry right now

Because I haven’t been dreaming about much weird crap before I fall asleep lately, but I caught myself a couple nights ago thinking about something truly strange. I was living through the memories of my grandfather in Russia, mid 20th century, and the whole thing was in black and white. I kept on seeing steel frames and a desolate rail road through the middle of Soviet nowhere. The thing is that neither of my grandfathers have ever been to Russia, and I don’t have a great-special link with either one. So that’s about it, I’m now pre-dreaming about crap that didn’t happen to my grandfathers.