Keep your visions to yourself.
I’m not remembering dreams as often in the last few years. I’m more likely to remember them if a wake up before they’re over.
There are only a few that I remember as a long-term thing. But that’s the same as the things that happen while I’m awake. The oldest one I remember was being chased by an elephant down our driveway. As it grabbed me with its trunk and started twirling me around, I woke up. I was dizzy.
It was sometime in the late eighties that I read an article on lucid dreaming. I remember thinking, “other people don’t know when they’re dreaming!!” That was a large thing to get my head around. How can you not know it’s a dream?
I do remember a few dreams where I didn’t know I was dreaming. They were dreams that I had wakened and gone about my day. Everything was completely normal, even the pacing. It was really annoying to wake up and have to do it again.
It’s weird out there too.
I think I always wake with an awareness of a dream, and in reasonable detail, but I generally lose that very quickly. I don’t try to remember them or write them down - possibly because my dreams aren’t fun and tend to be very similar - anxiety dreams: late, forgot something, can’t find somewhere, naked, and so forth. Naturally I am always in these dreams. I’m a lucid dreamer with some ability to change the course of a dream if it’s pissing me off, or to wake myself up and end the dream if I need to; or indeed to wake, re-script a dream, and go back to sleep with the course of a dream redirected, as it were.
One dream that frequently recurs with minor variations (recurs often enough that I remember the format) involves a very large building, usually a hotel, in which different sections of the hotel may or may not have staircases or elevators allowing you to move between floors (if you can find these staircases and elevators), or maybe they just allow access to certain floors. Maybe it isn’t clear which floors an elevator will stop at. Naturally, I have to get to from one room in the hotel to another room in a distant part of the hotel and I’m running out of time, and can’t find a way to get to the right floor in the right part of the hotel, and, and, and… You get the picture.
Why would I want to wake up and remember stuff like that, eh?
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I have loved to dream all my life. I have trained myself to remember them. And I have had many strange dreams. But a couple of nights ago I had the weirdest dream I have ever had.
“I” was a young Chinese woman. I was celebrating my father’s birthday with my Chinese family. I knew I was supposed to say something (traditional? ancestrally related?) to him after I said “happy birthday”. But for some reason, I didn’t do this. My father got very angry. My mother got angry. My husband and my sister were arguing on my behalf. I could feel the emotions of the situation but I couldn’t understand it because we were all speaking Chinese.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything in my real life. I have no idea where that came from.
Waves to Beck from across the room, smiling dreamily. 
But sometimes its a fun kind of weird, yeah?
Hi back, Dork.
Weird is just how I am.
If you’re dreaming, and you see someone squinting into the distance, like they’d like to be over there, and then popping out and being gone - that’s me. I usually don’t get where I want to be with the first few relocations. If I figure out it’s you, there, I’ll wave.
I’ve never had the school anxiety dreams. Instead I get work anxiety dreams. Those consist of me being at home and realizing that I didn’t tell my boss I would be off and now it’s late enough that I will be in trouble.
I also have what I call wandering dreams, where I just wander around. Sometimes I’m driving, sometimes walking. The walking one I need to get home and I’m far enough away that I might not make it. These dreams happen in areas I’m familiar with, rather than dream locations I could probably trace those dreams on a map.
Most of my dreams are pleasant, so if I can remember them when I wake up, I go over the details in my head
When I was in high school - which I hated and couldn’t wait to put behind me - I had a recurring dream that I was trying to run but my legs wouldn’t work, like I was trying to run while in a swimming pool. When I got out of school, the dreams stopped.
There is a dream that everyone who ever worked as a radio announcer has. I’m in a radio studio, and I have no idea how the equipment works or anything about the station’s format or procedures. Music is playing and the timer is counting down to zero, which means the dreaded “dead air” is moments or seconds away. I have to wing it, with no clue as to how to do it.
I haven’t been on the air in several years, but I still have this dream every so often, as has most everyone I’ve ever known in the broadcasting field. I’m sure people in other professions have a similar nightmare.
I used to have the unprepared for exam dream but that seems to have faded away since I haven’t taken a class in over 40 years. I think my most common dream is not being able to remember where I parked my car. Also common is being lost in a large building, trying to drive a car when the brakes don’t work or I can’t reach them, being in a malfunctioning elevator, and needing to use a bathroom but the bathroom being unusable (no toilet, toilet won’t flush, etc). I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed about having my teeth fall out. One common but I think unusual dream is my “extra rats” dream, where I look in my rats’ cage and find more rats than I though I had. This stresses me both because don’t know where they came from, and because I start thinking I haven’t been giving them enough food.
I get this dream, but as a wandering dream. Lots of stalls/restrooms, but they are all taken, broken, or don’t have a door. And I’m willing to get undressed in front of people, but not pee with people watching
I’ve gotten to where I’ll dream-pee in front of anyone, but I still wake up needing to go. Thank goodness.
I do that a lot, too. Unfortunately it’s not a dream.
The dream poll reminded me of another dream I’ve had far too often. There’s some sort of particle filling my mouth, large than sand, smaller than pebbles*. It’s not about taste or breathing, it’s just an unpleasant feeling. I’m trying to spit/rinse it out and I cannot get it all out, no matter how much I rinse my mouth out.
Similar to the broken teeth dream, but not the same anxiety.
However, both mean my mouth is dry and I need to drink some water
*if you’ve seen bowls if seeds at an Indian food restaurant, that’s about the size. I can’t even consider taking some of those, they remind me too much of this dream