I was back in high school but there was no band class :negative:

i had this dream when i was a kid that a guy parked in our driveway in a bright red old-timey van like an arnotts biscuit van in the middle of the day and then came into the house and started methodically stealing all the stuff from our kitchen pantry, like all the sauces and pasta and biscuits and shit, like he took a whole bunch of trips from the kitchen to his van with our food, and we were there but for whatever reason we were powerless to stop him and could only watch. and it was such a vivid dream that i was utterly convinced for years that this actually happened in real life, and ive confirmed with my parents that “yeah you never used to shut up about the guy that stole our biscuits in broad daylight”, and its still so vivid in my mind so many years later and its only because its so patently absurd that im aware that its a bullshit memory. for me its really scary for just how unreliable my own memory is, and worries the hell out of me about how many of my other less obviously ridiculous memories could just be utter bullshit my brain dreamed up then decided was real, like fuck

I’ve had a few of the standard ones over the years: can’t stop the vehicle your driving, teeth crumbling or similar, being chased and unable to fight back effectively, realizing you are not wearing pants or similar, etc.

The one that really freaked me out was one where I had a high powered semi-auto rifle for some reason, and I shot some ‘bad guys’ at night out on the street somewhere. Then one of my close relatives suddenly appeared and I shot them too almost just by reflex. They didn’t seem to be that upset by it, but it was very realistic in the dream, seeing the bullet wounds on them that were seemingly quite likely to be fatal. It quickly just became that intense panic feeling, like I fucked up big time! I killed my close relative! I’m a terrible evil person, and everyone is going to know it!

I woke up shortly after watching them die in front of me. I was in a total panic sweat in bed. I had to contact my relative in the middle of the night just to reassure myself. Then I eventually fell asleep again, but not until after being wound up for a while asking myself ‘WTF was that shit?!?!’