How detailed are your dreams?

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A lot of mine are kind of superficial, no real basis to them, just drifting from one disjointed scene to another.

But some are almost like a movie. Storyline, multiple people, names, conversations, background sounds and continuity.


Not sure which one means I'm nuts and which doesn't.
 
The people in my dreams are often familiar to me, but they aren’t people I know in real life. I sometimes wonder why my brain won’t cast actual people that I know in my dreams.

I also have a recurring dream of my steering wheel coming off while driving fast. :eek:
 
I have had the teeth falling out, not being able to pass college, things falling apart at work. I have had all the anxiety dreams
 
Sometimes, very. Sometimes they seem so real I wake up wondering if it was a dream or real! I can taste food, feel rain on my skin, smell roses, etc.
 
I have had the teeth falling out, not being able to pass college, things falling apart at work. I have had all the anxiety dreams

The teeth one is crazy! I usually chew my teeth up in my dreams. They don’t fall out as much as they just kind of fall apart and shatter as I chew. Weird!
 
The teeth one is crazy! I usually chew my teeth up in my dreams. They don’t fall out as much as they just kind of fall apart and shatter as I chew. Weird!

I have them fall out like coins from a slot machine, and in way bigger numbers than the normal amount of teeth
 
I rarely remember them anymore, but I tend to have variations of the same dream over and over again. When I was a kid, it was always about animals picketing outside my house or school -- lions, tigers, bears lol, but also wolves and even deer. They would carry signs but we could never read what the signs said. Eventually one of the adults would decide to send someone out to read the signs, figuring that if they were out there protesting that they were hoping for some kind of peaceful solution to a problem and whoever was going out would be okay. Inevitably that person was always eaten.

I have a different reoccurring dream as an adult that always features a castle of some kind, an event that you have to get dressed up for (and which I never know what it is at the time even though I have a dress for it), and some form of mythological danger (trolls, dragons, etc.).

In both cases I'm always there in the middle of the dream, and almost always feel disconnected somehow, like I've fallen into the middle of an already active scene.
 
^^^ That sounds like a George Orwell story. Maybe it’s about how unions consume everything? Or maybe it’s more literal—animals and picket fences?
Or maybe you just like when animals eat people :D

I have a dream where I’m trying to get dressed but no matter how many times I put my shoes or pants on they still aren’t on.
 
The one that got me started on this thread went something like this, though various connecting bits and pieces have faded now.

Girl (Nikki Cox type before she messed herself up) is being followed by thugs from some South American cartel. Apparently someone in her family runs the local jail and one of their people is locked up. After a couple of chases in different vehicles, they all end up in some kind of industrial shop. As they're closing in on her to do her in, they get a call that their member has been released and they all just walk away leaving her and the people helping her alone.

This shop then seems to have been converted to some sort of plant nursery and she and the rest of the people are tending to the various flower plants and fruit trees. There's even a bit with moving trees around in a wheelbarrow. Then there's sort of a personal scene between two of them (not that kind).

Two days later, I can still recall some of the dialog between characters.
 
I rarely remember them anymore, but I tend to have variations of the same dream over and over again.

I have one where I'm living in some house that belongs to someone else. There is too much stuff, too many people and too many rooms. Always a different house, different layout, different people, none connected to the day world at all. I keep getting frustrated and mad and look to move out. But for some reason I can't, even though I know I own my own place somewhere else and nobody lives there.

In a recent one, 'they' started some small renovations that turned into bigger ones. There were arguments and screaming. Walking out what should have been a back door, I'm in a much larger scene almost like a shopping mall with all sorts of work crews doing commercial level work. Some of the people from the house are sleeping on furniture clustered together like in a furniture store.

Just makes no sense at all.

Thing is, I've lived in this house for over twenty years with no one else around. And the one before this one for around 10 years. I've never lived in a house in the circumstances of the dreams.
 
The people in my dreams are often familiar to me, but they aren’t people I know in real life. I sometimes wonder why my brain won’t cast actual people that I know in my dreams.

I also have a recurring dream of my steering wheel coming off while driving fast. :eek:

Apparently you only ever dream faces you’ve really seen, you never make one up for your dreams. Even if it’s someone you just glanced at in the street and would never recognise again. They could still end up featuring in one of your dreams!

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Oh, I suffer from extremely vivid dreams, and always have. Two nights ago I dreamt I was a police officer, and someone was spraying something in my face that burned. I could feel the burn, feel myself falling to my knees, and my throat genuinely hurt with trying to call for help. If I ever need to call for help in a dream, it never works. Whether that’s screaming or trying to dial emergency services on a phone - I either lose my voice or no matter how times I press the button ‘9’, it always changes into another number on the phone screen.

I often dream about parts of my day, but in a different way to how they actually happened. People are often shocked at how detailed and vivid my dreams are. They’re like movies! If I could record them and write them out in a script, I would make millions.

But, I would rather a dreamless, peaceful sleep. That doesn’t seem possible for me.
 
Oh i get some weird dreams,think it's triggered when I eat certain things late at night so I try and avoid that.

So real I get the kind when you're falling from a cliff or I'm spinning around real fast.Yeah weird.:D
 
Extremely.

Then there are the ones that I recall years and even decades later when something happening in the waking world sparks the memory... and it plays out exactly as I dreamed it umpteen years ago.
 
My dreams seem very detailed. Sometimes they involve people I’m familiar with or strangers I’ve never seen before. They can be nonsensical or have a somewhat complicated storyline. The best ones are very sexy and I often wish I didn’t wake up in the middle of them.
 
Rarely do I remember anything. I only know I was dreaming if it was erotic because the orgasm wakes me. Sometimes in those cases I remember flashes, which is enjoyable. Occasionally, maybe once a year, I remember an erotic or a scary dream in full detail,. I love these because they are exciting and like a complete movie. The only time this was different was about a decade ago when I was on a medication for a bit. I remembered my dreams daily. It was annoying as hell because all my dreams were mundane crap on my to do list. I often ended up confused because I thought I completed a work or domestic task, only to realize I hadn't, because I complete the task in my dreams. It was sometimes useful for work, as once I found I didn't do it, I still had all the project mapping and coding I ended up deciding to do in my head, and could get through it much quicker.
 
I have epic dreams, when I remember them, like full on movies or at least tv shows. I’ve always had dreams like that but I remember more of them now because of a medication I’m on. I just wish I could remember them long enough to write them down or record them somehow. I’d like to try turning some into full stories!
 
Last night's was so mundane it was pathetic, yet very detailed. In an indoor mall of some type, but more like a collection of partially connected stores. I was shopping for a product and comparing prices, but some of the store didn't have it. One of the clerks was complaining of a bad back and had some sort of growth she was waiting to have worked on. Another guy was handling a very large bottle of something, like 3 or 4 foot tall and as if it weighed nothing. Another place was some sort of deli type, making sandwiches and such.
 
I keep having the same type of dream. I'm living in someone else's house and am desperate to get out to a place of my own and am trying to find a way. A variation is that I own a place but don't live there for some reason.

Thing is, that hasn't been the situation for most of my years. With the exception of about three years, I've always owned my own place.
 
Last night partial ...

In the course of whatever I was doing, where ever I was, a face appeared out of the crowd. I'm not clear if I knew the person or not. As they approached, I simply waved them off ... 'go back ... go back into the corners of my dreams and don't come back out.'
 
Vivid. In color. Usually trying to accomplish something but cant seem to put the pieces together. Lately I’ve had visitations from relatives that have passed. Years ago I was given a message by a passed Uncle.

Another time I was looking through a portal and another favorite uncle, who never looked at me, he was focused on this old lady (white hair turn of the century dress), who was focused on me. My uncle was sort of blurred out but I knew it was his profile. The lady was crystal clear. I can see every detail to this day. I assume it was a Great Grandmother.
 
Pretty goddam vivid. Which is really cool. Until it's not. Then it's really, really not.
 
I have a chair on the porch beside the front door for deliveries.

In a dream a short while ago, I was inside the house and saw a driver coming up the path carrying a package, then another behind. They both set the large boxes down beside the chair and I could hear them talking about the other drivers would would be arriving soon with more packages before they started assembly of whatever this was to be.

Then suddenly I was sitting in the chair beside the boxes as if the drivers didn't see me until I spoke, startling them. I could openly vaguely make out images of some kind of yard structure on the boxes.

Then I woke up.
 
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