The best dreams I have is when I’m a werewolf. No lie.
I have sorta lucid dreamed/trained myself that whenever I start having a bad dream with super scary things in it (either monsters out to kill me or my dad/brother/other abusers). So when they show up, I TURN INTO A WEREWOLF AND DESTROY THEM. SKYRIM STYLE WEREWOLVES.
And then oddly enough, the rest of the dream is just running around through the country, next to nice fields of wheat and cool rivers and just enjoying the night scenery.
But like, as a werewolf.
It’s oddly specific. Wheat and corn fields, rivers with fish in them, and old style country houses, and a full moon at night with all the stars out. Idk but they are always there after the things bothering me are DESTROYED.
I don’t even like, eat them. Most of the time I just pick them up and throw them Team Rocket style into the sky with my big ol WEREWOOF ARMS. REKT.