This is probably the strangest thing I've posted about. For the last two months, I've been having these incredibly vivid dreams about being on the London Underground - specifically the Victoria Line between Vauxhall and Victoria stations. Same dream every time, same sequence of events, same lucid quality.
In the dream, I'm on a completely empty train. The lights flicker. There's a figure at the far end of the carriage that I can never quite see clearly. And then the train goes into a tunnel and doesn't come out. Just endless tunnel.
Here's the weird bit: I've started recognizing things from the dream in real life when I actually travel on the Victoria Line. A specific handrail mark. The pattern of seats. Even the smell. It's like the dream is bleeding into reality or I'm remembering something that hasn't happened yet.
I know how this sounds. I'm reasonably skeptical about paranormal stuff usually. But this is genuinely unnerving me.