My dreams work like the movie Inception, except I psychically help (random) people get over their problems with force; sometimes family members without realizing it unless told about it. Sorta like a video game version of Inception, I guess, where everything in the sub-conscious is out to kill me, and I just have to make it to the end boss, and beat it, to win.
I guess a more relevant title to use, however, would be Psychonauts; which I never played before. BTW, my dreams are less cartoony, and more high octane nightmare fuel. Unsurprisingly, I'm jaded to the kinds of stuff I see, and just want to get the job over with. Kinda like playing the Castlevania games or Eversion (or dealing with Giygas in Earthbound), and completely focusing on beating the game, or treasure hunting. I mean, "Wait, you mean to say those bizarre wing things around the guy was a pair of half bodies?! (What do you mean that red mist had a face in it, AND WAS THE BOSS?) I was too busy beating the crap out of the core, I never noticed." would be my reaction most the time; and somehow, I can un-see things that cannot be unseen. Hell, half the time, the One-wing angel forms some things take actually cower before my 1WA form; which goes through the whole painful-looking transformation sequence with an overly-special-effect-ridden fireworky effect, only to end with a nuclear-explosion like force. What comes out of this titanic cloud of fallout and radiant energy? Just me, in my casual wear. Nothing special. Just how I always look on a daily basis. Why is it so scary? Because I have no need to encumber myself with looking cooler, or having more limbs and other crap to hold me back. I'll stick with a form I'm comfy with, and know I can beat the crap out of anything with. Plus, the weaker it looks, the more underestimated it is. What better than being really lazy with the 1WA, and doing nothing with it? BTW, I think the ego of these 1WAs would want to be protected the most, and to be defeated by something in it's casual form (or even perceived as pathetic) would define humiliation. Make matters worse, I
cherry tap these 1WAs for sport. I think it got to the point that one dream actually had the Devil himself willing to sign over his soul to me, just so I can show him some mercy if/whenever I deal with him.
Maybe already having been insane in the past gave me an immunity to going insane with the crazy shit I've seen in my dreams. Then again, it probably helps that I'm sick of horror movies, got over my arachnophobia (they're more a nuisance seeing as I'm dealing with them every night), and have played all sorts of games for most my life, and competing against supervillains in outperforming them (reading tropes, and dealing with them in dreamland, and coming up with my own ideas). I guess I can be the element of nightmare fuel in itself if you take enough time to figure all this out and how it works. To make that worse, I look, and am mostly harmless.
When I'm not being a superhero in dreamland (or a psycho-therapist), I tend to screw around with physics and such. How will I know someone's screwing around with my dreams? If things become too real. My dreams are usually surreal, or butcher physics and probability.
It probably doesn't help much that I tend to daydream alot, and/or have waking dreams (dreaming while awake, but not to the point of daydreaming. You know, functional daydreaming). Sorta like a child's imagination.