

The boundary between dreams and reality might be thinner than we realize, perhaps? Because I’ve had an oddly similar experience, though with sleep paralysis involved. Kept waking up over and over, kept running to the bathroom mirror to see if I was still dreaming.
I actually don’t know if I escaped that lmao. For all I know, I could still be trapped in a waking cycle.
…man it’d have been terrifying if I actually did wake up just then
Y’know, this is the reason why current global events are so depressing to me. We should all have the time and just…wherewithal to explore these things. Because there are some truly important questions we’re (I think) asking ourselves.
And yeah, I’m kinda there with you. My dreams often feel like memories of other people, though I don’t know why I feel that way. I feel the strangest sense of nostalgia, too, when I dream sometimes.
I honestly don’t know what they could mean, if they mean anything at all. I tell myself they’re just fantastical visions my brain invented but…how? From what source? Using what inspiration?
I honestly don’t know either.