A weird dream popped into my head and I remember that I even once made some abstract Photoshop edits from it... because it was fucked up.

I always have strange dreams, but some stick with me forever. I like telling my dreams — and I decided to write about this one because it was truly weird one

This dream was from a few years ago, so I don't remember it perfectly.

I remember being at a summer camp with some friends from primary school — in the dream I was still in primary school even though in real life I wasn't anymore.

The scene: a big, gray supermarket (specifically a Biedronka) and we were supposed to sleep there... It wasn't set up like a shop inside, it was full of beds, lol.

Me and a few girls decided to go to the little shop and we went to a smaller store that looked exactly like the corner shop in my podunk town. I remember helping an older woman pick out yogurts with rings on them, then my friend came and we went to the checkout.

She put a photo of a beer on the register and I told her she's underage — like, how are you going to buy that beer?

I don't remember what happened next but we returned to where we were sleeping and I left the girls to go for a walk. I decided I'd go into some thick bushes and as I walked deeper everything started losing color and became black and white and felt hostile. Somehow I knew I was in a world that had borders like a knockoff Minecraft — my world looked like a platform, mountains on the edges, a few lakes, on one side a forest where I'd come from, and in the middle it was empty except for a dark little hut. It looked a bit like the house of that cartoon dog, but much smaller.

  There was someone standing in front of it. A person who looked kind of masculine but not entirely.

He had two heads, pale skin, long black totally straight hair — the kind girls sometimes want that looks like a sheet of water. His mouth was unnatural, like it opened too wide or something. I don't remember his face clearly. He wore a dark, probably black robe, stood motionless holding a wooden bowl with what looked like a liver? But it was kind of small to be a liver.

I don't remember the exact order after this...

I noticed a huge mutated old woman who looked like she was made from two big balls and tiny limbs, her head was oversized with huge mouth and her head looked like Pac-Man but wrinkled — I think she was blonde. Her body looked like someone had put skin and clothes over a fucking bowling ball, and with those skinny little legs and arms she was flailing so fast they were almost invisible, running toward me moving all unnatural and quick. I started running — screaming, calling for help — circling the hut, scrambling over the mountains, jumping and fighting for my life while she chased me like she really was Pac-Man and wanted to eat me. The two-headed guy told me I had to kill her, and then... I remembered it was a dream.

I slowed down and grew huge like a giant. I stood and looked at a lake and there was a small fishing boat so I took it because I knew that old woman was in it. I shook the boat and the two-headed figure fell out of it and I shouted at him,

“Sorry!” and he said,

“It’s okay.” but his voice was so calm and pleasant.

I shook the boat and saw the old woman and... I don't remember exactly how but somehow I killed her — trampled her or something. Then things went back to normal and the two-headed person still stood in front of the hut holding that bowl. I stood before him, feeling sad/awkward, and asked,

“Are you going to eat me too?” and he laughed and said no. He invited me inside. The interior looked like part of my grandma's house and he put the bowl down, sat on the bed and we talked about something I can't remember, but the conversation felt nice. Eventually he told me something like I had to keep going, fight, not give up, and I could see wild animals behind the front door. He told me to run and there was this feeling that I had to handle things myself and maybe we'd meet again later — and then, somehow, Pennywise showed up and some wild animals wanted to kill me. I ran out the back door and ran as fast as I could, tearing through the bushes, getting slapped by branches — the usual forest animals had become bloodthirsty and wanted to kill me, and the world slowly started gaining color again... I ran out of that forest and it was over. Like nothing happened, I returned to the camp.

Fucked up dream.

Actually, I remembered this dream when I saw a TikTok about how some people dream of people whose faces they don’t remember and end up falling in love with them. Ignoring the second part, it made me start wondering why this happens, because dreams have been a HUGE hyperfixation of mine for a long time. I remember back when I barely had internet, I would read the only books about the biology of sleep that I could find in the library, which were probably really outdated because they were so old.

I did a quick search, but I couldn’t find a satisfying answer for why we don’t remember faces from dreams. I saw people in the comments saying they don’t remember faces in their dreams at all, and thinking back, it’s actually true — faces in dreams are kind of blurry. Or at least it seems that way?

Apparently, the brain can’t create completely new faces. But some sources said that the mind pieces together faces it has seen in dreams, yet it’s too hard for the brain to actually remember them. That’s how I understood it. It still doesn’t make much sense to me, though.

If anyone’s interested, I could write a blog post about everything I know about dreams — there’s so much, and it’d be a shame for it to go to waste :3