I took a nap after I got off work today because I had to head in at 5am today. I had a dream where I was traversing an ever burning field where werewolves lived in the not burning parts. I even conversed and broke bread with them. They even had cook fires. Like why do you need a cook fire your home is literally always on fire
And like what an absurd concept that is. How did my brain even come up with that? Dreams like that are why I don’t believe that dreams have any real meaning.
I’ve had this bizarre waking dream since elementary or middle school that feels like I can see floating rocks banging into each other and it makes my body feel some very particular but indescribable way. And somehow I can remember where it started even though it’s super meaningless.