Most of my fantasy time is spent in a world where I’ve had my three wishes granted and I’m living the life they grant me. Fun times.
Otherwise I just fantasise about winning the lottery, but as I’m not particularly motivated by wealth what I end up thinking about probably isn’t the same as most people.
Thanks for starting this thread…I thought I was the only one that did this and why I try to describe it to my friends they totally don’t get it.
My dream world is very elaborate and encompasses all locations I visit in my dreams, sometimes the same place will look different on different occasions.
There are some common elements in my dreamworld, one being mass transit trains that are more like roller coasters…open cars and twisty tracks. Also my dreamworld has lots of boats and water.
I know part of this is just the “dreams are weird” thing and alot of the connections are confabulated…but when I dream of a house or traveling on a road, I KNOW where it is located relative to other places in my other dreams.
Another good example would be…in my dreams there is a public library on the street to the south of where I live. The interior of this library is different in different dreams, sometimes it is a modern place with escalators and and other times it’s old and dusty with industrial style shelving and big windows ( but it’s my dream world, I know it’s the same place and I extrapolate it as being different rooms in the same building.)
I can always get books I’ve never heard of there, though 
I have developed my “dreamworld” into a sleep aid…when I turn out the lights and shut my eyes I start to imagine walking around the dreamworld and…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
No more insomnia and I used to have a problem.
It really never fails, I think if you have a good enough conception of your “dreamworld” you can throw your brain waves into a sleep pattern within minutes.
As usual, we’re on the same page. I’ve found that I’m much happier now that I don’t fantasize about anything. On the other hand, much like you, it does still seep into my subconscience and I dream about it on a some what regular basis.
HP Lovecraft wrote an entire fantasy series, set in his dream world.
No, I have no dream universe. But I am a lucid dreamer sometimes. When things in my dream get bad, I whip some kind of crazy weapon (like eye lasers or machine gun fingers or a giant cannon that comes out of my chest) and fly away in some crazy way (with the jet engines in my feet or the wings that I grow or being shot out of the catapult that materializes underneath me). Of course most of my dreams occur in a place that I know from the real world, but is actually completely different, in that weird dream way.
I’m similar, but people are in my dreams fairly often. My dreams are frequently a distorted and random collage of people and places I’m familiar with. For example, I’ll dream that I’m in the bedroom of one of my old college apartments, but when I walk through the door to where a hallway should be, but by going through that door I enter the living room of the house I grew up in. Sometimes the context of the dream changes as well, but often I am aware that, while I’m in the living room from the house I grew up in, I’m still located, somehow, in my college apartment.
My family owns some acreage with two houses, and I dream about those locations a lot, but the distance between them and the distance between our neighbors gets hugely exaggerated and distorted in my dream. What would actually be a 1/4 mile walk on a dirt road becomes miles and miles of countryside going from one house to the other, or from one house to that of a neighbor. Sometimes the distances get smooshed closer than they actually are, but usually things are spread further apart.
With people, there are often mismatches between what I ‘see’ in my dream, and what I perceive, like my subconscious couldn’t find the face of one of my friends, so it used some face I don’t know, but in my dream I somehow still know the person with the strange face is my friend. Not a friend in the generic sense, but a specific friend who actually looks nothing like the person playing them in my dream.
Many locations in my dreams incorporate all of the above into something very sprawling and maze-like, but when I’m wandering around in them in the dream, I do not feel lost or confused. Everything seems just fine as I’m wandering around a very busy urban area that I know is my old university even if, once I wake up, I’m only able to recognize a few things as actually being part of my university here and there.
My cats are also often making cameo appearances in my dreams, usually in very inconvenient ways where for whatever reason I’m moving around a lot, sometimes urgently, and I have to keep worrying about them or picking them up, or trying to keep them contained somewhere safe.
The majority of the dreams I remember take place in various kinds of prison.
Some are nightmarish spires with cells all the way to the top and I’m usually in a bunk on the highest floor, but at the bottom of the stairs with my food tray, then, sometimes I’m in “prisons” where I can sneak out at nights, or all the guards are people I know.
Yes, I must have a very guilty subconscience.
What would you think of someone who not only remembers (and drones on about) his long boring dreams, but half the time they take place in his mother’s old house? Where he hasn’t lived in over 30 years? We often wonder when he’s gonna take the big step and move out of mom’s basement, and get his own house.
I have a dream city where I spend some time. I can walk through the differents streets, and reach places I’ve been in before. It’s a version of the city I actually live in, but it’s gray and a lot bleaker. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sun there. It’s also kinda run down and half deserted. Half the shops from the mall are shut down. I still like it because it’s home. But this only applies to the streets. If I go into one of the houses, there’s always good food and nice people.