I’m another lucid dreamer who has dreams that are like movies (even whe looking back on them - they make sense). The only problem with that is that it’s sometimes really hard to wake myself up.
Whether I remember my dreams or not depends, not surprisingly, on if I happen to wake up in the midst of a dream or right afterwards. When I do remember my dreams, I can usually pick out why I dreamed about the thing. The only surprising thing to me is that often my dreams feature little bits of my prior day that really were not significant in any way during the day…just passing thoughts or one-liner references in conversation (like if I happen to read a headline in the newspaper and then have a dream about the topic that headline mentioned that night). Things I think about a lot (like family, my boyfriend, my job) aren’t as common in my dreams as you’d expect…as if my brain has learned to disregard those thoughts as white noise. 
I definitely agree. Other people’s dreams don’t interest me much (even though I have a psychology degree!!! :eek: ) To the dreamer, the dream seems fascinating because it’s associated with lots of interesting emotions. To other people, your dream is just a confused string of random ideas woven together with “dream logic”.
(Exception: Some people might find it funny or creepy if you share that you had a dream about making out or having sex with them 
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Oh, I forgot. The night after I de-lurked, I dreamt I was answering a GQ question about Hannukah dreidels.
Other people’s dreams definitely are very rarely interesting.
Even when mine are proper story dreams (and I know they do make sense to other people), they’re not going to be that interesting when explained out loud to someone - it’d be like summing up a movie that they’re never going to get to watch.
I do remember my dreams. They are usually busy, often bizarre, and contain several recurring situations/themes. Occasionally I wake up feeling more exhausted from my dream activities than I was when I went to bed.
I would gladly give up dreaming. I’ll trade the rare, wonderul flying dream or sex-with-my-idol dream for nights unburdened with the gotta-pee dream, the naked-in-public dream and the searching-for-the-right-route dream.
I’d love 8 +/- hours each night of dark, dreamless oblivion. It would be my fondest dream come true. 
I dream a lot, and remember a lot. The other night I dreamt about Battlestar Galactica. The Cylons and humans had found wherever it is they’re going to find. They were all standing in a grassy park facing each other, then they all started morphing into Victorian era costume party type costumes, and it appeared the whole future thing was really just a dream. Then they started ball room dancing.
I woke up thinking, “I need to lay off the drugs. Oh, I don’t do drugs. Maybe I need to start.”
Me! I realized that for a very good portion of the dreams I had during my teen years, the colors were a lot less vivid. The dreams weren’t black and white, but the colors were definitely no where near as saturated as in real life. Very washed out, more like a tinted photograph.
The action was always up on par with my early childhood dreams, but if the Incredible Hulk had been in my dream during my teen years, instead of green, he would look grey-green. The difference between how he looks here and how he looks here. I don’t know why my dreams were so washed out as a teen. They’re colorful now.
Vivid, Technicolor dreams here.
And a recurring dream. I lived in Austin, Tx from 1966 - 1979. Starting in the late 80s, I began having a dream that I was riding a bicycle to Austin. I could be anywhere in the world, but I’d be on a bike and I knew that my final destination was Austin. I have it about once a month.
Most peculiar.
Well, here you go. To the question of “does anyone have bland dreams”?..
Last night I dreamt that Squiggy (cat) had shit in the bath tub. So the bulk of my dream was about cleaning the bathroom and hosing cat poo down the drain. Whee. SO exciting. Don’t you just wish you were me.
I very rarely remember my dreams, which makes remembering last night’s dream so odd. As I recall, I chatted up Bjork somewhere in California. Which is odd, because I really have no strong opinions about Bjork; how she got in my dream, I have no idea. But she was way into me, and I got her phone number.
I remember bits of my dreams, sometimes more, sometimes less. I go to the beach all the time, the water is always fabulous, never too cold. Mostly it’s a fictionalised version of the Lake Michigan shore, but it’s often the little lake I grew up near. Lots of my dreams take place in the dream version of the house I grew up in, with a dream flower garden. I get to hang out with people I miss. I also travel to Spain alot Once I dreamed Kevin Spacey was my art teacher and he insulted my hair under his breath. The other day I dreamt I had sleep paralysis, it was definitely inside the dream and not an actual occurence. It was during a nap and I asked my husband if he heard snoring and he said no, so I’m sure I was just dreaming.
One thing I kinda hate is the equivalent of my dream being “on the tip of my tongue”, a lingering impression that I can’t quite get out of my head but can’t remember either.
I would estimate that I remember one dream per week. In most cases it fades away over the course of the following day, but there are a few that I’ve remembered for most of my life.
One of the most common ones in where I’m driving a car, I go too fast, and I started hitting other cars or swerving off the road. Then I try to fix the problem, overcorrect, and make things worse.
The message in that dream is fairly clear. Most of my others are much more opaque. In one case I was visiting my brother in New York City when a herd of elephants came charging over the Brooklyn Bridge. I was able to duck into a doorway and watch as the entire herd trampeled by in a very narrow, brick alley. A lot of stuff got crushed. (For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen the Brooklyn Bridge in real life, and my brother has never lived in New York City.)
In another dream I was driving a white Checy Malibu in some sort of film noire scenario. I was in one of the rural parts of California, pursuing some bad guy past dusty plains and fields of sage brush. Yoda was in the front seat offering me advice, and there was horse standing in the back seat. Of course the car was not nearly big enough to hold a horse, but you know how things are in dreams.
For a long time now, I’ve been wanting to keep a dream journal. This wouldn’t be for the purpose of analyzing my dreams or extrapolating some kind of “deeper meaning” from them; I just find some of my dreams very interesting, and sometimes, even inspiring.
Once, I remember looking up at the night sky while I was standing in front of my house. Instead of seeing the feint glow of distant stars, there were entire galaxies stretched from horizon to horizon. They were of all shapes and sizes - imagine being able to look up and having the Hubble Ultra Deep Field (click on the image to enlarge… it’s a BIG picture) staring back at you. I had that dream years ago, but it still gives me chills when I think about it to this day.
My biggest fear is that I’ve had more of these dreams - the ones with stunning visuals that shock and awe - but I’ve forgotten them, never to be experienced again.
Until someone invents a gadget that lets you “record” your dreams, I’ll just have to settle for a lousy dream journal (though I’ll probably never get around to it).
I also lucid dream, and can also have some really crazy ones. One I’ve had repeatedly through the years is when I feel a little troubled or things are not in control, I have my tornado dream. There will be a tornado somewhere on the horizon, and I’m doing my best to escape it. Another weird thing–which maybe isn’t exactly a dream, is that I “hear” a doorbell shortly before awakening. (not a real doorbell–an in my head doorbell). I know for sure that at some point that day someone will actually ring the doorbell. And this is not just when I am aware I’m due to receive a package that day. I’ve started telling my husband when I have that one, just so he doesn’t think I’m making it up!
Yes I do, and yes they are incredibly interesting. To me.
Peeps, believe me when I tells ya, very rarely are our own dreams interesting to anyone but ourselves, if no other reason than they cannot be retold quite the way we experience them when we’re dreaming.
Mine are usually pretty clear when I remember them. They’re also very weird and frequently very funny. My husband often tells me in the morning that I woke him up in the middle of the night laughing in my sleep. One of the best had flaming chickens in it. I still remember that one very well. And the naked guy in the shower cap running through the law firm. That was good, too.
Edited to add: I agree with WOOKINAPUB - they’re just not as funny when you tell someone else about 'em.
I have student nightmares pretty regularly and they feel very real. I am usually quite relieved when I wake up, and then pissed that I keep having those dreams, 20 years after school is done.
ETA: At least I am having the “All these toilets, and none of them fit to use” dreams less often.
I laughed.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
Most of the time I don’t remember my dreams.
When I do, I notice there is a mix of mundane ones and bizarre ones that I write down as ideas for possible stories to develop later.
I go to sleep watching the History Channel, and sometimes, depending on the program, I am in the program itself, in my dream.
The last one was UFO Hunters and it was about the “Majestic (MJ)12”, that group of scientists and military/government guys formed to discredit the Roswell alien crash.
In the dream I was a time traveller from 2009 and I had gone back to 1947, because I had always believed that the 2 aliens had not died, but just shed their “skins” like a snake and became “human”.
I found them as two pre-teenage boys working in a Chinese restaurant, and confronted them, telling them that under no circumstances could they return to their “shells” right now, because they’d be imprisoned and “studied”.
They absolutely believed my claim that I was a time-traveller and I became their friend.
I remembered the dream so vividly that I am working on it as a short story and maybe something more than that.
Quasi