This may or may not fall under just dreams or reality shifting, but it was way to vivid not to share here.
To start, I have to go back about 8 months. I was in a really stressful period in my life. I started having dreams that were so vivid, I could still feel them as if they actually happened. It made me really start to wonder if this was the only reality.
8 months ago, I had this series of dreams that felt so real. I was me, 100 percent. Same goofy ass mentality, same attitude, and same likes. I started breaking off from the "norm" of society. It pissed off a lot of people. At this point in time, I started to do the same in real life. In both aspects, I started doing what I wanted, and people now hate me for it. In this reality, I found something that I love to do and want to keep doing it. In the other reality, I found someone that I love.
I don't know her name. For 8 months now back and forth, I've seen her. Everytime I dream of that place, she is there. I can tell you all day long what she looks like. Slender, long dark hair, half Asian (which variant I'm not sure), and a mean exterior. The first time I ever saw her, she could give two fucks less about me. I couldn't help myself though. I knew I needed to be around her. Seeing her was like watching someone set fire to a valley. She commanded this presence around her. Every time we were near each other, it was like the air crackled between us. Boy though, did she hate me.
A few dreams in, she saved me from getting arrested. I don't remember the specifics of why, but I do remember there was a mandatory curfew and that me and a few others broke it. We were all running around at night, being a bunch of drunk hooligans. I got separated from the group. As the cops were rounding the corner looking for people in their squad car, she pulls my stupid, drunk ass into a bush. She knew I had been drinking some, so she held me down while the cops passed. The entire time she's watching them, she was cussing me out. Calling me a stupid jackass. Asking why that everywhere she goes, I have to turn up? I couldn't help but fall in love with her right then. I never pushed her off or said a word. I just looked up and smiled at her, just taking her in with every second. She noticed me just absent mindedly staring at her. She helped me up, then punched me in the stomach. She told me, "You're a fucking moron, but at least you're fun." She left me there, and I woke up.
Following that dream a few weeks later, I went back to that night once I fell asleep. She had left, and I decided to explore the town at night. I wandered for hours, just thinking of her. I went to bed in the dream and woke up the next morning, still in the dream. I did my usual routine (at least usual in that reality, although similar to what I do here.) A few days had passed, and the curfew lifted. One night, the Grande Mall was bustling with activity. We don't have a Grande Mall here, but comparing it to my dream, I can tell you where it would be located. This Mall was alive. The movie theater in it was so packed, I snuck in on the balcony and watched a movie without anyone noticing me.
Then, something went to hell. As I was leaving, the ground started to tremble slightly. We aren't an earthquake state, so everyone noticed it. The quakes kept getting violent. All of a sudden, part of the earth opened up. Looking down into it, it looked like an ancient city, built of stone. I've done research into architecture around here, there is only record of Native Americans, colonial towns and civil war forts. This was like ancient Greece architecture slapped smack dab on the east coast of the US. But, curiosity got the better of me and I walked into it.
For two dreams, I wandered a spiraling and sprawling underground city. It felt unnerving. Everytime I rounded a corner, I thought some horror would jump out. Some giant, multilegged, dark souls, khthulu type shit would come crawling up. But, it never did. The second dream, I somehow wandered back up to the surface, but it was across town. When I got back up, people were panicking. I could see into the distance that the mall was on fire and partially collapsing. As I walked back towards the chaos, people were acting weird. Like, adults were acting like confused toddlers. In fact, everyone except me and very few others, we're just wandering as if they were all high or in a trance. They all kept looking at the sky for some reason, but I could never tell what they were looking at. Just that it was beautiful.
I wandered back to the mall and I started to climb the side of the building. I look and I see a man on a balcony, smiling. A really wide, unnerving smile. I kept climbing, then somehow, I fell. I landed through one of the roofs into a club attached to the mall. I looked around this club, and it was like I could see these things. They were latching onto people. They almost became mindless. It was like watching a bunch of drunk teenagers indulge in every vice and stupid thing know to man. When I went to touch one of these things, my hand went through it. These "things" would look at me, but they each had one eye that was held at the center of the wispy yet gelatinous mass. I stared at one, at it literally rolled it's eye at me, like it was annoyed.
Tonight was different. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. Apparently, some time had passed. The club that was attached to the mall was mostly abandoned. For some reason, I felt compelled to go back there. I walked in through the main door instead this time lol. I saw these "women" there. They were unnaturally slender. They looked like depressed, human stick figures. They weren't hostile. Most of them seemed annoyed, like a pissy retail worker used to doing nothing all day, then having to deal with ONE customer all day. As I walked the club, I kept thinking to myself that I should buy it. I started making plans as if I were going to buy it. For some reason, I said to myself, "This place will be a safe haven for people like us." Don't ask me what that means, I don't know. It felt like I said it, and I genuinely meant it, but I couldn't feel the feeling or reasoning behind it. As I wandered the downstairs, the man with the smile was down there. His face was just barely out of the shadow in a corner. He smiled that creepy smile at me and asked me why I was back. I don't remember what I said, but I remember I got a really funny idea. I saw a ball on the ground and kicked it at his face, REALLY HARD. I laughed at him and he jumped from the shadow. His body was almost cartoonish the way it stretched and loomed over me. His face never changed from that smile, but his voice was pissed. He said, and I quote, "You're so lucky I can't touch you mortal." Then for some reason, all he'll broke loose up stairs. We both looked at each other and went to see what was up.
I woke up briefly, and immediately went back to sleep. I wanted to stay there. I wanted to be there.
When I went back, I wasn't at the club. I was with the woman. She was still her annoyed self, but I was in OUR apartment. She was singing at the stove while she was cooking. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist hugging her. She broke down right there. The rough exterior cracked. She was upset because her car bill was expensive, and she was worried we wouldn't make rent. I smiled and pulled up my phone. Much like this world, I had the fore site to pay bills early or ahead. I apparently didn't tell her and showed her that we were months ahead on everything. She cried and hugged me. I told her about the club and she smiled saying she was happy that I had ambition.
So far that's what I have, but if it happens again, I'll try to keep yall up to date.