i had this dream when i was a kid that a guy parked in our driveway in a bright red old-timey van like an arnotts biscuit van in the middle of the day and then came into the house and started methodically stealing all the stuff from our kitchen pantry, like all the sauces and pasta and biscuits and shit, like he took a whole bunch of trips from the kitchen to his van with our food, and we were there but for whatever reason we were powerless to stop him and could only watch. and it was such a vivid dream that i was utterly convinced for years that this actually happened in real life, and ive confirmed with my parents that "yeah you never used to shut up about the guy that stole our biscuits in broad daylight", and its still so vivid in my mind so many years later and its only because its so patently absurd that im aware that its a bullshit memory. for me its really scary for just how unreliable my own memory is, and worries the hell out of me about how many of my other less obviously ridiculous memories could just be utter bullshit my brain dreamed up then decided was real, like fuck