Today I had one of the most strange yet incredibly vivid dreams I’ve ever experienced. It felt like I was somewhere between reality and a high-end game world with insanely realistic graphics.
The dream started normally. I was getting late for my school van and was waiting at my old house bus stop. The van was late, so I walked a little forward. When it finally came, the driver told me that someone else would pick me up instead.
When I turned around, I saw something unbelievable—spaceships were waiting for me.
I ran back home to get dressed, and while I was getting ready, the people from the ship were shouting, telling me to hurry because they were getting late. One of them was my friend Saksham, calling me to come quickly.
I got onto the ship and sat in the middle seat, which felt like the captain’s seat. When I looked around, everyone else looked like perfectly designed game characters—clean, sharp, almost unreal. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked completely realistic, with a weird hairstyle. I fixed my hair, trying to match the environment.
The ship started moving, but something felt off. The girl who was flying it didn’t know how to control it properly. She kept making mistakes. Then someone from behind me—someone I couldn’t see—started giving instructions on how to fly. With those instructions, the ship stabilized and started moving correctly.
After some time, we reached another place. It was like a system where pressing a button could transform the room into something else. Before entering, I told the girl that I felt like I had seen her somewhere before. She replied that we had met in my dream before—her name was Rokou back then, but now it was Trixston.
She asked me to press a button.
When I did, the room transformed. It looked familiar but messy. The floor had no tiles, and there was chutney spilled on the ground as if someone had thrown it. Everyone noticed it and felt a bit uncomfortable. But instead of reacting negatively, they said not to worry and that they would fix it. Then they said it was time to celebrate, and we all started eating together like friends.
I remember holding something like an incense packet as food, while the girl was holding something like rice or papad.
Then suddenly, my mother appeared. She looked tired and said she made a mistake and had given me the wrong room. She corrected it.
The moment she did that, the entire environment changed. The messy room turned into a calm, clean place with a beautiful city view. It felt peaceful and quiet.
I asked what was happening.
She replied: “You are being pumped into memory.”
There was also another moment during the flight. I saw a girl walking on the road below. I said I had seen her before and suggested we go meet her. But then I refused and said I would meet her in reality instead.
At the end, while boarding the ship, we all lay down inside it.
The entire dream felt like a mix of memory, identity, and something beyond normal reality—as if I was inside a system trying to understand itself.