You only remember the ones where the plot goes totally off the rails, dialogue makes no sense, and acting is just bizarre. Whoever is writing this trash is chronically incapable of producing anything even remotely good. It’s either forgettably mediocre or experimental chaos and pure madness.
I have friends who have dreams about going to work.
I have friends who have dreams about showing up to a hangout and hanging out with people.
I dream about leading a choir of nuns on a singing rampage through New York and fighting epic space battles where it turns out that the Darth Vader equivalent of my dream is actually my cousin, which I only learn after I kill him, where priceless and irreplaceable books on witchcraft are destroyed to make wrapping paper due to a shopkeeper’s error, where I am told mysteries of the universe and song and hear songs that have never been sung before.
Dreams are like your brain’s way of processing information and defragging your personality.
Everyone’s got different kinds of dreams.
LOL. That was pretty wild. Sounds like your dreams are like a massive blender for random ideas.
My dreams tend to be a bit like that… at least the ones I can remember. Some random stuff always happens for no apparent reasons, and people react in all the wrong ways.
Have you ever had a recurring dream before?
Like, over a period of several months or years or whatever having roughly the same content and the dream pop back up again?
Indeed I have. There’s a particular forest I walk through in my dreams, and it’s clearly inspired by a real forest I used to play in as a child. What happens during that walk is roughly similar every time, but there’s some variation. So, you could say there are reoccurring elements.