I had a series of dreams over the course of about 15 years that all took place in some (presumably fictional) town. I don’t really remember most of them anymore save the last one (which involved the FBI building a huge facility on the east side of town because they were investigating everyone in town for some reason, along with some more nefarious stuff.)

But what’s weird is that, more than a decade since the last dream, I still remember numerous very clear details about that town. I can tell you which streets I’ve lived on in it, who my neighbors were, what kind of vehicles they drove, where they worked or went to school, even stuff like the fact that my neighbor to the west (on the corner) in the 2nd house I lived in had an 11 year old son named Bobby who had Down’s syndrome. It’s like I lived there for years and years and knew everyone (it’s a pretty small town), only none of it or them actually exists outside of my brain.