Sometimes I dream like that. It's the oddest bthing to dream something with the fidelity of, or even above, ones default conscious experience.
Clear enough to afterwards, even years later, be able to recall the exact color and texture of the floor tile glazing, just how a doorway arched, and precisely how a distinctly non human entity looked and acted.
Curiously, at least to me, it's primarily a profoundly visual experience. Sound, touch, and smell is rarely, if ever, prominent in those dreams. Maybe the clarity of vision somehow drowns them out, or maybe I simply don't dream much in sound, but it only becomes apparent when the visual experience is almost jarringly clear.