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.
That kinda sounds like part of a book I read this year. “The Will of the Many” by James Islington. There’s a part where there’s an ancient maze that the MC controls with a gauntlet and he has to make it through, lest he gets torn apart by unknowable monsters.
That sounds so horrible even the name. I’ve had this dream in different locations too I’m not remembering. Every time it’s horrible