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I had a recurring 'nightmare' between the ages of 5-6. 
I'd be walking down my neighbourhood but the environment was grayscale. 'People' (they were more like really detailed full-body mannequins or crash test dummies) would move on the sidewalks but they weren't animated. They just seemed to glide without moving their feet or arms or heads, moving at a constant walk-like pace. These people's skins were grayscale but their clothes were coloured. But they were plainly coloured, like non-descript red, green, blue, etc.
Cars existed too but they were really... low detailed, toy-like or low polygon almost. They'd glide around too. The movement felt very unnatural.

And the entire time I was stuck in the middle of the road. I couldn't really get to the sidewalks. If I approached the sidewalks I'd suddenly be teleported back to the middle of the road. The only ways I could go were forwards or backwards down the road.

So I'd walk down the road in my neighbourhood but it was less like my neighbourhood and more like an endless street full of recognizable houses from my neighbourhood and surrounding neighbourhoods on a loop. And occassionally you'd see the black, static silhouettes of 'people' in the windows of these houses. No features on them, but they'd stand there at the windows almost like something on display.
And everywhere I went sounded like the buzzing of lights in a hospital waiting room, or tinnitus or something. 
And everything smelled like petroleum/gas.
It felt extremely lonely because these mannequins and silhouettes obviously weren't real people or dreams of real people, they didn't interact with anything.
But I always had this impending sense that if I stayed in one place, something bad would happen to me. So I'd keep on walking/running down this endless loop.

I've had this dream so much as a kid. There'd sometimes be some differences between dreams.
Like during one dream all of the mannequins suddenly stopped their commutes and turned to face me.
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>I've had this dream so much as a kid. There'd sometimes be some differences between dreams.
>Like during one dream all of the mannequins suddenly stopped their commutes and turned to face me.
Or another dream where whenever I turned around, at a fixed position there was a silhouette of a man following me that looked almost like the sign you'd see on a men's bathroom. It wasn't animated though. It was like a static image that just hovered behind me at a fixed distance.

Or another one where it felt like an eternity of walking down this neighbourhood and at the end of it was a cul-de-sac with my house. And whenever I tried to enter my house the door was locked and for some reason I'd keep on desperately pounding on the door, completely out of character, screaming to be let in.