Lots of my dreams are interesting for some definition of the word.

One minor thing that’s fascinating is trying to read text on signs because if I look away and look back, the sign almost always says something else. Absolutely no temporal permanence. It’s a dead giveaway that I’m in a dream.

One bigger thing that’s always stuck with me is spatial weirdness. I had a dream as a kid which may have been based on a memory of being a baby and being carried from room to room, but there were five right-angled left turns each into different rooms with about the same amount of distance before each turn. It’s easy to speculate what actually happened without violating Euclidean geometry if it was a memory-turned-dream, but it left my child self feeling fascinated and confused, because the last room should have been the first one, but it wasn’t.

In a similar vein, and more recently, I found myself in a village or small town somewhere and I came to a T junction and knew I had to turn the third direction that was neither left nor right.