In further things possibly seeming like insanity or misguided beliefs, there used to be dreams about places where I'd later end up. It was possible to distinguish them from déjà vus at the times and you remembered the dreams, even having some written down in past journals most likely, but never having the chance to dig them up and check. Often because you were abroad and the notebooks weren't, and the chore of wading through years of them to find a random moment. It was also something as useless as "This is the latest British toilet or bathroom you recognize from a dream", in more of that "How the world mocks you" business.
Yes, I've dreamt places I'd end up at. Sounds glamorous. Translate that to recognizing about three toilets or bathrooms, and only once you end up there and see them, and see how glamorous or useful it again is. It tells you you've gotten that far along once you reach the stage, and that's it.
There was a garage converted into an indoor recreational room housing a collection of uniforms and military memorabilia that was also recognized one Christmas, but then you squandered the "Wait, was I supposed to meet someone there?" feeling by not going to the same place for a second day in a row because it tied to some work you were doing at the time and you were asked if you'd like the few hours off instead. So naturally you said yes to a chance to watch Muppet Treasure Island and to get a bit of extra sleep instead. Naturally. I mean, you'd been there and done that, place seen and photographed, all that sorted, right? Until someone younger showed up and reminded you that you missed the younger crowd on that second day, possibly including whoever it was you met in the dream.
There is also something like a swimming hall around the corner or next to what at least used to be a cinema which you remembered from one dream and suspected would be somewhere around in the UK, if you just got to wherever it was. There's likewise somewhere with sandstone type or colour pavements or blocks as a road or pavement type thing from the Roman times, whether still extant as the town (?) or not.
Distinguish the dreams like above from regular ones? Well, you don't really, but some places felt more likely to exist for whatever reason.
Latest dreams over the weekend featured a serial killer called Ernesto Reya (or Vega, probably once awake, mind mixing it up already) looking somewhat like a young, thinner Javier Bardem or more so that whatever-his-name-again actor of the father from Supernatural. Others featured as well, but it's a long story likewise, even in what little you remember of it.
Long before that Sikozu from Farscape was breaking up with John Crichton because of whatever his plans were (= likely to end in death), saying she was going to live forever. This in a room in the dream borrowed from real life you, your as if from the outside seeing how untoward or something Scorpius could look to people from the three posters of him you had on the walls, along with some others ones. Even if they were supposedly Sikozu's in the dream or setting then, akin a stage used for a play. I've never actually had posters of Scorpius and Sikozu isn't with Crichton in the series.
Juxtapose to a later "scene" in a shuttle bay type room where Scorpius was telling her they should have a kid, as if to make it seem like that was the reason why for her moves, except she was dubious or saying no. Cue Scorpius cheerfully exclaiming "But we simply must!" the way he at times did things in that tone (or perhaps that was Harvey more so. You no longer remember). This because in his logic, she was going to live forever and he was going to his death, on Earth or following Crichton or whatever it was.
Later still, after countless of other things, there was the dark, curly-wavy haired woman in the bad relationship with little means (financial or otherwise) to progress but having such a talent for jewellery designing or something of the sort, given the gold and silver things she'd cut from the thin sheets of material in no time at all. Things more like whatever patterns you'd cut from paper, but in gold and silver sheets with added jewellery type tones or gleams and more.
The number of dreams had per night is staggering, that is. If you try to make sure to remember even some of them by staying up instead of turning around for more sleep, to write them down, you end up disrupting your sleep all the more.
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