Ever since I was a kid my dreams have been crazy as hell. Last night, I had a dream where I was dropping my kid off at school, but there were people on both sides of the road standing waiting for a wedding. I see the couple and nope right out. Turning around a curb, suddenly I was in a fucking baseball stadium and rows of seats cut me off. I had to get home so I got out of my car? I’m walking down the stairs when I hear “oh, there it is!” I look up where the person was pointing to the sky. I see some rocket like thing, and assumed it was fireworks. It stopped, I hear three dreaded bomb falling noise, and then it slams into a seat a few rows down from the wedding. I hit the deck because I don’t want to die. But instead of exploding it sprays enough glitter throughout the stadium I ended up with a mouth full. Then I get out of there, call my mom, explained what happened, head to their house which is now a bunker in new York City and they refuse to believe what I went through. Then I woke up.
I do! My dreams are typically very surreal and weird, things that would make the backrooms seem comfortable. Everything in the dream looks as real as it does in real life, too. I attribute this to me seemingly having hyperphantasia (on that famous “imagine an apple” graph, I am a 1, an apple in my head looks exactly as an apple does in real life). Last night I had this dream I was some kind of gigantic were-lobster that had wings. I couldn’t fly very far because my wings were like smallish dragonfly wings, but it was a fun (albeit weird) experience.
I thought pretty much everyone was a 1!
Me too until quite recently!