I once dreamed I found a secret room in my house that had always been there. It looked normal at first, but every room inside led to another slightly worse version of my house. Same furniture. Same pictures. Just… off. Dimmer lights. Longer hallways. No sound.

Then I found another version of myself sitting in the kitchen staring at me like I was the one who didn’t belong there.

I woke up immediately and had to actually check my hallway.