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I'm kinda interested in this for this reason.
A few years ago I had a series of realistic dreams following an event best described as a light in the center of my head, or at least in my perception as being behind my eyes.
Afterward came 5 nights of dreams so real I had subtle physicaly sensation of the conditions and textures i was in and the surfaces i touched.
The first night, I came conscious in the dream in a Colosseum or a senate room, what ever it was it was lit only by braziers around the center floor and the back walls.
I was on the center floor and before me lay a giant of a man, red as if caked with blood dried to his armor and skin, he rose to his feel with his arms, a spear and a shield, afterward i kneeled and addressed him as "pater".
Then the first night's dream ended.
Then the second night, I became consious i was dreaming by sensing, I couldn't "see" so much as I could tell i was in a dark cave-like place deep beneath the ground too dark to see as there were no sources of light nor heat.
Just the cold stone beneath my feet, the infinite darkness surrounding me, and the throne set into the wall of stone before me.
The figure in the throne was a man, massive broadly-built and muscled to having the frame of a bear he had black hair and a beard both well kept.
All of a sudden i felt a massive force of weight fall upon my shoulders forcing me to kneel, he then addressed me as what i heard as "analog" and the dream ended.
The third night was no different in being weird, this time i awoke in what i could only understand as between the earth and the moon, while a pale female figure stood upon the moon and spoke to me.
She was uneasy, not afraid, but something was off, or shouldn't be.
I couldn't make much out other that "I could die" as i could barely hear her, then the dream ended.
the 4th night is where it all went nuts, i awoke in a grass field, maybe it had a tree or a few of them, i was with the pale female figure who was still off.
Then a bug started flying around, it was annoying at first, but then i noticed every time it buzzed past me it was larger and larger.
Eventually it was the size of a man and was grabbing for her, i hit it and my hand broke and skin tore.
It stopped only for a moment so i hit it again, the pain only got worse but i noticed my hand was starting to warp as blood bone skin and sinue morphed into long hard claws and bony and spiked joints.
After i bashed open the first bug and tore out it's guts another came, so i attacked it to.
As i kept attacking i kept chaming, at first i became more lupine like a werewolf but then i would grow tentacles that would grow rough hook-like barbs and eyes that i could see through, hair i could feel the wind and the weight of the bug blood and guts stuck to it.
eventually i grew wings, extra arms as more and more bugs and monsters i didn't even look at fully before rending apart in a whirlwind of rage and blood.
eventually i couldn't keep up and instead grabbed the pale maiden in my most human-looking arms and fled, my tentacles maiming any fliers that came to close in pursuit as others warped into wings so i could take flight.
It didn't help for long as i was eventually forced to land by their numbers and i made a stand with her held closely to my chest.
I slaughtered them as so as my eyes caught them, any of them, all along my tentacles were simple eyes, my wolfish face had them all the way from the tip of the snout to the tips of the curled horns that ran down my back between my wings and the mane of tentacles that had grown and were extended to protect the pale maiden while my arms tore at anything in reach.
After what seemed like hours, they finally stopped coming, i stood drenched like a wet dog in blood and guts in a pile of giblets up to my knees.
As i put her slowly and carefully i noticed that in all the frenzy of the battle not only was she unharmed, she wasn't even touched by the single smallest drop of blood.
Tired and exasperated i dropped to my knees as a warm summer rain began to fall washing my form off, she kissed my forehead and i woke up in an instant, still feeling the warmth of her lips on my skin.
the 5th night comes as a conversation in actual clouds among stellar nurseries and stars with figures both luminous and undefinable.
I remember nothing of what was said, only that it put me as ease.
