I have twisted dreams. They are deviant, disgusting and depraved. If made into a movie my dreams would be widely condemned. Note: I am almost never the protagonist, just the observer. It’s a reflection of what I see in the real world, as opposed to desires or fantasies.
As a child I did have repeating nightmares – but since puberty they haven’t lost me any sleep, and I am no longer horrified.
Recurring themes include:
– failure to catch public transport
– cavernous, dripping, filthy public toilets
– flying (more like the Greatest American Hero than anything else)
– labyrinthine used bookstores
– losing control driving a vehicle