MAll World and the collective dreams of Gen Z I have been seeing a lot of tiktoks lately talking about a place people go when they dream. Every night, when they go to sleep they go tot a place so frequently they can sometimes map it out. This oleace has been referred to as "mall world". This is because essentially everything within this world is based on mall. insert link to video here somewhere talk about video where mall world couldb be connecting ys to a collective concince. some people linking this to the gate project quantum physics tying into this and collective concious references to dreams in pop culture like the oa where they were tracknig many peoples dreams to find patterns For nearly my entire life, I have visited mall world in my dreams. Now whether or not this is the same mall wrld every body else experiences is tbd, but acollection o fdream phenomena could maybe one day lead too breakthroughs in how we understand dreams and I would like to add mine to the collevtive. I have hwat are called lucid dreams. its hard to say if ive had thme my whole life, but what i can say is that when i was learning about dreaming as a kid and first heard of lucid dreaming, I followed a youtube turtorial on how to do it and ive had lucid dreams since around that same time. I dont have them every noght. I have nightts where I wake up unable to remember my dreams, and when I have nightmares, they are different, but for the most part my dreams are me in real time reacting to the world around me, making often times concious decisions. I wouldnt say i am aware that I am dreaming, but since I know my dream life from ym real life. I can react differently to things bc I know I am in another place. I have dreams in different parts of the same "world" and although places often are based on places I know in my real life, they look different. Sometimes similar but never the same. for about a month earlier this year, I would have dreams of a duplex i lived in when I was a todler. It was just me and my mom growing up and she was in college, so for a period of time before she met my step dad, we lived in the upstairs unit of a duplex owned by my grandma (moms mom) and she lived in the down stairs unit. We lived there from around when I was two to when i was bout 4. I have a surprising amount of memories from this time period. My grandma lived there in the bottom unit after we moved out until the attic caught on fire while having removations done and ahe moved out. Years later my grandma was renting it out again and the guy who moved into the bottom unit had a ton of problems and caused problems around him and after the upstairs unit couple had been smelling something bad for a few days, he waas found dead in the living room of the downstairs unit. I was living with my grandma at the time and was 17ish. My great gradarents (my grandmas parents) werent doing well at the time and with the duplex being open in their city, i suggested we move in after we give it some time and both take a unit. My grandma ended up selling it about a month later stating it wasnt worth the trouble. In my dreams, the down stairs unit usually looks pretty similar to how it did when i was a kid growing up. It has my grandmas old white whicker furniture and the green carpet that had been removed during renovations. The upstairs unit, however, is constantly changing. Sometimes there is a family living up there amongst all me and my moms stuff that we have to get out of the house but we left it a hoarders house. Upon closer inspection, the stuff is never anything that i recognize. Just junk to mimic the real life shit. After a while, the upstairs became more delapitated and eventually had features never in the house, like an elevator shaft that of course didnt opperate, and often time the unit was stripped down to the wood framing. Over time the up stairs unit continued to shift. Some nights it would be so big that while trying to pack my things, i could come across a cave full of crystals or a makeshift rave in a room where the floor is so flagile you have to tiptoe around, to being such a small living space that we have to add to the back of the house to make room to do anything. About a week later the addition fell. One night I was sexretly squatting in the attic and building a little apartment up there. I can still vividl ysrr the gas station and bar up the street in my dream that i would visit and the park across the street that connects this town to the rest of my dream world. the back yard had its own saga that has started to slip my mind to the point that i can remember things happening but wouldnt be able to put i tint owords. In real life, I havent seen or looked up th building in at least a decade, but in my dreams, although it isnt what it is like irl, it s still often times the same as the last i saw it. A continuation of its last self. Last I saw it in my dream, there was a beautiful garden on a terrace that had been fixed up on it and the garden was street level with another area. Now i dont have time to fully unpack what this could mean for me and how i process and see things lik emy childhood, but it it sommething i want to look into a bit deeper. This isnt the only instance of my dreams acting like this. Lately I have been dreaming of the same city that i had traaveled to a while ago by a plane that i was the stuardice on(it had two stories and successfully barrel rolled). This city is the cross section between san diego and seattle. Both are cities I have spent a fair amount of time in and the people I know in these areas are in my dreams the most frequently. Even more so than people i see more often irl.