Dreams… are weird.
I don’t dream a lot, and what I mean by that is that I only very rarely remember dreams when I wake up. I’m pretty sure I still dream though, I just don’t remember it.
Last night I had an odd dream. I was with someone on a beach. Everything was gray, the sand, the water, the sky. Everything. We were apparently trying to build a craft of some sort to get off the beach. I assume we were stranded. I managed to get a boat (somehow) and out in the water I befriended a bird. No clue why.
The whole thing then transitioned to me trying to get some papers from a locked office room. I think it was a school, may have been one of my old schools which would make sense. I don’t know why I wanted those papers but it seemed important. I still had the bird and was trying to use it to get into the room.
That’s pretty much what I can recall at this point. It always feels weird to recall a dream because it happens so rarely.
I can’t ever recall having a nightmare. Which I suppose I should be thankful for, but maybe I just suppress them or something?