Ever since I was a kid my dreams have been crazy as hell. Last night, I had a dream where I was dropping my kid off at school, but there were people on both sides of the road standing waiting for a wedding. I see the couple and nope right out. Turning around a curb, suddenly I was in a fucking baseball stadium and rows of seats cut me off. I had to get home so I got out of my car? I’m walking down the stairs when I hear “oh, there it is!” I look up where the person was pointing to the sky. I see some rocket like thing, and assumed it was fireworks. It stopped, I hear three dreaded bomb falling noise, and then it slams into a seat a few rows down from the wedding. I hit the deck because I don’t want to die. But instead of exploding it sprays enough glitter throughout the stadium I ended up with a mouth full. Then I get out of there, call my mom, explained what happened, head to their house which is now a bunker in new York City and they refuse to believe what I went through. Then I woke up.
Yes, but different kind of “wild” . Sometimes, under specific circumstances, i make extremely vivid and “logical” dreams. By logical i mean it has a plot, actors, meaningful interactions, it has an interesting ending.,it even has a narrator and sometimes, characters personality traits. After waking up, i can tell the story and it sounds like a plausible Sci - fi story (most often).Couple of times it was a terrible psychological horror / deep paranoia, which is less fun
It happened to me maybe a dozen of times in total. Every time when I wake up i can’t believe what I just watched, it feels like an insanely great movie.