Would you answer this question about dreams?

My dreams are often amusing…not that they are funny necessarily, but rather that it is always interesting to see how bits and pieces of different aspects of my life are fit together in nonsensical ways. I’m sure those dreams are just a representation of what is foremost in my mind from throughout the day.

Very occasionally, I am lucky enough to dream of this one special person in my life. There have been several different scenarios involving him, only one being somewhat unpleasant, and that being because there was an awkwardness between us during the dream, and guilt on my part (during the dream, of course), that I had unintentionally created a situation that made him feel uncomfortable. The others have been much better, with no awkwardness between us, and everything seeming very real for the life of the dream. Sadly, those dreams don’t seem to come any more, at a time when I want them more than ever.

Overall, I am glad to dream, for the simple reason that dreaming means that you achieved the deepest level of sleep, without which you are apparently not fully rested.

I love dreaming. My dreams have taken me to some wonderful places which I have enjoyed a lot. I sometimes run and I can run as fast as the wind in my dreams. When I jump I can jump high and if I try hard enough I can actually take off and fly. Not all my dream are pleasant however. Last night I dreamed I was urinating over a pale grey carpet in the function room in a hotel. It felt a bit embarrassing especially as there were a few people about.

I can jump as high as any room I’m in, even the height of a gymnasium, and stay that height as long as I want or need to. Have you figured out how many of your senses work in a dream? Sight, obviously. What about hearing, touch, smell or taste?

Last night I had this really vivid dream in which my daughter was vomiting violently.
I actually woke up to check on her, of course she was sound asleep & so I returned to bed.
This morning she told me she woke in the early hours with a headache & cramp in her legs, she was never physically sick though & was only awake for a couple of minutes.
Very strange coincidence though, slightly creepy in fact.

My dreams have always been quite detailed, and even more so in recent years. I often dream about former co-workers and workplaces, living and deceased relatives, unfamiliar women who seem to be composites of ones I’ve known, and often, the house I grew up in or schools I attended. Periodically I dream about about scary things like being shot, chased by a tornado, or unseen monsters in the shadows, and sometimes I too dream about flying. Also running (I used to be a jogger).

Over the years I’ve made it a ritual to spend a few minutes when I wake up trying to remember that night’s dreams and to figure out they may have meant. I believe strongly that many of our dreams do have meaning—at the very least they allow us to become consciously aware of emotions such as anger, sadness, stress, and to revisit memories.

^^^Of course dreams have meaning but the the way people who ask here want them to have. If you can figure out the disguised message, it may well help you recognized your feelings you didn’t realize were so strong. But they don’t predict, or tell you what other people might be thinking. I remember waking up from a dream when I was around 14, and momentarily wondering if the dream was the real world and my waking up was the dream.

What does it mean that I dreamed about my crush last night?

Ha! Hello, @augustlan, you beautiful person. How have you been lately?

My dreams are usually weird as hell. I typically only tell my husband about them because if I told anyone else, they’d think I was a weirdo. I also often dream about things that I can never remember but they leave me feeling anxious when I wake up. That “oh no, oh no” feeling that takes a few minutes to mentally argue my way out of. Other times I dream of things that scare the hell out of me – the ones where you try to run or scream but can’t. The ones that you know are dreams and try really hard to wake up from but you can’t. I’ve also “woken up” in another scary dream.

So no, I don’t particularly enjoy dreaming. I rarely dream happy things that I remember. I’d prefer a dreamless sleep.

No, I dislike dreaming. The ones I remember are always full of sourceless, frantic dread. One repeating theme is that I’ll often find myself being pursued through an endless strange mansion. I have woken up screaming before, from a dream of my brother dying (he is alive). I don’t think I’ve ever had a flying dream. Those must be nice.

I’m a lucid dreamer a lot of the time, and often make myself wake up when a dream is too weird. I am consciously aware it is a dream and can choose to stay in it or wake up.
Once, I dreamed I drove my car off a cliff and into a shallow river. I was standing in the water waist deep, uninjured and thought, ” Okay…this dream is over now” and poof I woke up.

The creepiest dream I ever had, some years ago was a dream where I blew my nose and a cockroach came out of my nostril. 0-o
I have also had one psychic dream.
I dreamed about a helicopter crashing into the sea near a big boat.
About a week later someone I knew witnessed a coast guard helicopter crash in the ocean from the deck of a boat!

A big feature of mine is buildings that are bigger on the inside than on the outside. One of my favorites began in a study on a winter morning. There was a fire in the fireplace and the whole place was full of old leather-bound books and old interesting things like huge gemstones, odd experimental machines, and archeological finds. As I explored, I kept finding more and more rooms full of cool things, with the clean wintry daylight outside and the spaces twisting up and around.

Another time I was lost in the beach house where my family stays every year, but it wasn’t a bad lost. The spaces were light and airy, with clean linen curtains blowing in the breeze and lots of sunlight. The rooms and stairs led up and out; in real life, the thing would have been about five stories tall and the size of a football stadium, but every room had a view of the ocean. I really like the way spaces flow into each other, and the specific atmosphere and times of day.

Sometimes, years after the fact, I’ll have weird deja vu. Every so often I walk into a brand new place and it looks exactly like a dream that I had years ago, down to the angles of the walls, the colors, and the lighting. Like, the sun will slant in exactly the same way, and strike objects the same. Once it happened in a train station, where in real life the only difference was that the place was full of people. But otherwise, everything was exactly the same. It’s really cool when that happens.

I mostly have vivid, horrifying nightmares, about random subjects that may or may not relate to my real life. Mostly not about my real life. I sometimes wish I could just sleep without having the dreams. When I was a kid, my dreams were just random, weird stuff, but as an adult, they have become nightmares, the older I get, the worse they get.

Every now and then, I get really, really lucky and have a nice romantic dream (although it never ends in victory or happiness, it just fades away before the great moment happens). I would say that I have 1 good dream in 100.

Makes me wonder where the term “sweet dreams” ever came from.

my favourite is when i fly as well. I used to dream flying, escaping attacks by monsters and people mad at me. Its nice