My dreams have been getting weirder lately. I'm finding it a lot harder to distinguish between dreams and reality, where I think it's real when it's not, or I'm unsure if something happened when it did. I keep visiting places that I recognise in the real world, but they look different, and my mind insists that the fictitious locations are actually real, or I'll visit a place that I don't realise is real until much later on when I go someplace and realise that I recognise it... Maybe I should see a doctor about this.
A few nights ago I stole a pony from some British gentleman (I think), rode it around, got drunk, sobered up, felt bad about stealing the pony and rode it back to the man who was furious and talking about beheading me and I woke up just after he declared I can keep my head after all. And all this seemed to take place in the Victorian era.