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 rarely remember my dreams. But every once in a while, my brain finishes its standard defrag cycle early and goes “ok, you ready to see some shit?”
Some have recurring settings, and while in the dream I recognize the setting as a place I’ve been before and remember how to navigate it. Yet I don’t think I’m lucid dreaming. I don’t have control over the plot.