I had a lot of nightmares when I was a kid and I eventually developed a defense mechanism: As soon as I thought there was a possibility I might be dreaming, I'd try to figure out for sure if I was dreaming or not. Now that you have the background...
Once, when I was in high school, I dreamed I was standing on the sea shore. I'd never been to the ocean before and was convinced I was dreaming right away. I crouched down and scooped up a handful of seawater and tasted it. Since it had a taste, I thought the dream was real. I woke up sometime later but never forgot the dream.
About fifteen years later, I finally got my chance to taste seawater when my gf at the time and I went to Tybee Island. It tasted exactly like it did in the dream I had years earlier.
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