I have many dreams at different time. Well, not a lot of dreams. Maybe 5 every month. They usually inspire story that I write and those nice dreams keep coming back until after I write my plot so I can keep it close to my heart. I mostly I have night mares though. Those usually take place in a box. A white box with rows and rows of white rectangles covered with random thing. I would walk around and find things that I don't even know what I'm doing. Then, time runs out. I'm practically the smallest one. I'm like an ant to other people. One person is as tall of the sky scraper. They turn as white as the box and then they put their foot above me. I wake up after that in a pool of sweat and my fingers trying to find my heart.
Not quite sure, it's not when the sun is going down or dark. I don't usually see where the sun is in the sky but it's normally daytime. Most of the time I am inside in my dreams. Whether in a school, a house, or recently being held captive by The Duggar Family, It's usually inside.