Every so often I remember my dreams (I don’t usually remember them but I know i had them) and they’re always really, really bizarre. Never scary in the classical sense, to me at least, no nightmares, just intense and bizarre experiences.
One that stands out is that I was in a cave and the cave dwelling tribe had a king that was dying. I was to become their new king, and the king wore on his head a crown that was the head of a giant centipede, with the body of it running down his back. So the king dies, and they take his crown off his head and place it on mine, and in that moment I realize (via the centipede “talking” to me in my mind) that the centipede rules these people by controlling the mind of the king, that my mind would now be erased/meld with the mind of the centipede, and as I reach for my sword (?) to cut the centipede off before the process can happen I know that it cannot be stopped, is irreversible, has already happened and that the centipede cannot be killed. Then I woke up.