Didn’t remember. 
i had this weird dream recently that i was walking in a very snow packed street and at one point this massive care accident happens and the cars are pilled up in this weird way and i start calling out this name, and i pull this girl out of the wrekage and her face is all coverd in snow so i whipe the snow of her face and she gives me this weird smile and before i know it i am carrying the girl to one of the buildings and put her in the elavator, wilst i walk up the stairs but at one point i just freeze on the stairs , the next thing i know is that iam sitting in this hospital of sorts and i hear that the girl has died and i just burst into tears ( and yet i dont even know the girl ) the last thing i see in the dream is a small ornament the girl apparently really liked, and then i wake up and it is 6 am in the morning and i am still feeling as if i just cryed all night.
Dude, that wasn’t “sleep”, you’ve been in a coma.
You were in a car accident, remember?
Wow. I think that one will stay with me too…
Huh, that’s odd, I still get those (though I haven’t had one in a while now), but I would’ve sworn it’s a relatively recent thing; apparently not.
as im reading your posts, it seems that many of you may be catching glipses of a past life, sometime you dream you speak a different language, or have skills you don’t have now, that’s a past life.
dreams are the brains way of ‘defragging’ itself. its how your brains makes sense of all around you.
it always cracks me up when people dream of a cheating spouse and are mad the next day. my ex would say I had a sexy dream about a guy and he would beat me up, I never got the pleasure of remembering the dream!
have you ever woke up and felt like you slammed into your body? that’s because you did. astral projecting is something we can do when we sleep, our body stays there while our spirit goes traveling.
keep in mind if you only had the dream once, it may not mean much. its when you have the same dream that its trying to tell you something.
also seeing relatives that have passed, one poster mentioned her skinny dad, he was letting you know hes safely on the other side. I belive when you are on the other side you are the age you were most happy, that’s why your not sick over there. people with alzheimers are transferring to the otherside. alzheimers is like a big old chandelier with bulbs going out. but really, the bulb went out on this side, ( when loved one doesn’t recognize you) but it lit on the other side.
if your missing a loved one, try this… before you go to sleep, kind of like a prayer ask the person to come to you in your dream. if they don’t, that’s ok, maybe they did and you don’t remember after you woke, but be patient, it may take a day or two.
for those that want to remember their dreams, put pen and paper next to bed, after dream immediately write what you remember, even if it doesn’t make sense. do not TRY to remember, you either remember or you don’t. but if you do this everyday you can gain a bit of insight to your dreams…
happy dreams
Check out Jonathan Swift’s satirical novel ‘A Modest Proposal’
I don’t remember my dreams very often, but was depressed a few times when I’ve woken up from a lottery winner dream. 
I had another strange dream where I went back to my hometown, and sections of the town were collapsing like in a subduction zone so it was very hard to walk around the old haunts.
seniorcitizen007 if you were struggling to eat, your brain may have combined to two… important things… being hungry … feed baby…
I don’t think for a second you ever wanted to eat the baby or any other human, it was 2 very important things on your mind your dream combined. that would be my opinion
So sorry that you had that experience seniorcitizen007. It sounds like it was your strongest fear played out - to be thinking that what you were doing would have a good result while unknowingly failing your baby horribly. It is a reasonable worry/fear for a parent to have. It motivates parents to be alert and to attend to their baby. It’s a sign of caring and commitment. I’m sorry that it played out in a way that hurt you.
I no longer have the horrible dreams that plagued my younger self. One thing has remained constant, however. If I dream about a real person, someone I know, and the locale of the dream is also familiar, then the first thing I do the next day is contact that person.
I think that you and mustanglovrsue overlooked the fact that horrible dream did not belong to SeniorCitizen007 who was only referencing a dream by zoid.
Also, zoid may not respond as he posted his comment three years ago in this semi-zombie thread.
Welcome to the Straight Dope mustanglovrsue! I don’t believe anything you said about dreaming but that’s what this place is all about - Different beliefs and searching for the truth.
I literally just found this thread, and am so happy that I’m not the only one that wakes up from extremely vivid dreams crying. I feel so stupid for it, because I always wake up realizing it was just a stupid dream… But I just woke up from one maybe 20 minutes ago. So here it is.
I has a dream that my boyfriend of 9 months, died. I don’t remember a lot of it. Just the part where he was showing me what some weird and stupid thing his friends do, in the beds of trucks, while the truck is being driven was. (They don’t actually do it in real life, and I don’t really remember what if was). But his buddy drove off with him doing this, and they took forever to come back. Like hours. When they finally did, his best friend was crying, and told me he’d died. I didn’t believe it at first. We have issues in our relationship sometimes, and in the dream I was super pissed that he would fake such a shitty thing. And I was totally flirting with someone else, because I thought it would bring him out of hiding to yell at me. Obviously, he didn’t. Which is when it started to hit me hard.
Flash forward a little, and it’s on the news that he had been “brutally murdered”, when a roof collapsed. I think it meant fatally injured, but I’m not sure. Then, I see him, and he tells me they stopped to see his family, and theybwrre
I literally just found this thread, and am so happy that I’m not the only one that wakes up from extremely vivid dreams crying. I feel so stupid for it, because I always wake up realizing it was just a stupid dream… But I just woke up from one maybe 20 minutes ago. So here it is.
I has a dream that my boyfriend of 9 months, died. I don’t remember a lot of it. Just the part where he was showing me what some weird and stupid thing his friends do, in the beds of trucks, while the truck is being driven was. (They don’t actually do it in real life, and I don’t really remember what if was). But his buddy drove off with him doing this, and they took forever to come back. Like hours. When they finally did, his best friend was crying, and told me he’d died. I didn’t believe it at first. We have issues in our relationship sometimes, and in the dream I was super pissed that he would fake such a shitty thing. And I was totally flirting with someone else, because I thought it would bring him out of hiding to yell at me. Obviously, he didn’t. Which is when it started to hit me hard.
Flash forward a little, and it’s on the news that he had been “brutally murdered”, when a roof collapsed. I think it meant fatally injured, but I’m not sure. Then, I see him, and he tells me they stopped to see his family, and they were on the roof, and it started to slowly collapse, and then it just fell in. Then he dissipated before my eyes.
Flash forward again, and his best friend and I are throwing all of his things from one trailer to another, because for some reason, the one it was all originally in was getting ready to be hauled away. And we decide that the reception after his funeral should be spicy taco bell foods, with no vegetables. Not sure where thebtaco bell came from, but he actually hates vegetables, so that made sense. I was telling his mom, just as I woke up.
I woke up bawling. Not just crying, but sobbing so hard it woke him up, and he’s a heavy sleeper. I laid there for like 10 minutes curled up to him bawling and sobbing while he tried to get me to tell him what I was dreaming about. I’m still shaken up. I haven’t dreamt that someone I love so much died since like 3rd grade. I remember that dream extremely well, as well. It was equally as terrible if not worse because of all the details my young mind came up with.
Now, I’m sitting outside, alone, working on my 4th cigarette in 15 minutes trying to remind myself that he’s in bed sleeping and okay. He and I have been having issues, as of late, and I was becoming distant. But I know that if I’m this upset by a death, even if it’s just a dream, (I don’t usually cry because people die, I know it’s a part of life, and the dead would probably prefer you celebrate their lives than focus on their demise),that the person that passed is more important to me than ibever imagined. And honestly, this dream has made me realize that I love him even more than I thought I did, and I’m absolutely terrified of losing him. In a way, with everything going on, I’m relieved to find I love him so much. But I still feel absolutely devastated that he died, even if it wasn’t real.
When I was about 16 I was going through some religious turmoil. I had a dream that I encountered Jesus while shopping at a grocery store. Jesus was sort of “holding forth” (you know, as he is wont to do in the Bible). I immediately stomped up to him and began telling him off, saying a lot of really angry stuff at him. I didn’t have a clear impression as to what exactly I was saying, but it was, you know, angry stuff.
In the dream Jesus sort of waited patiently for a while as I had my say, and then at one point, he began talking at the same time as me–saying exactly the same thing I was saying, simultaneous with my saying it.
Somehow even though whatever I was saying was, when I said it, angry and intended to be hurtful, when he said it, the words yielded a sense of, basically, love and joy.
And over the next several seconds, as we both continued saying the same thing simultaneously, the effect he was creating with the words transferred over to me in some way, such that now when I said it, it was an expression of love and joy in the same way it had been when he said it.
We kept going and were both laughing hilariously by the end of it.
I recall I woke up crying, and it felt really significant at the time. I didn’t think it was supernatural or anything, I just felt like it was a deeply meaningful experience, and it both made me feel less turmoil AND more determined to do things the right way. It was like I had a renewed feeling of comfort-within-discomfort. Hard to explain.
Anyway I loved it and still kind of call back to that experience sometimes, even in my present no-longer-Christian existence.
I had a dream last night, that for a little bit left me angry when I woke up. In my dream, I was mad at my one brother for some reason. I think I was mad at him because he always takes things without asking if anyone else wants it and for never thinking of anyone but himself and his “friends”. Then for some reason, I look in this box that we keep rolled coins in. And it was almost empty when at one point it was almost full. I got even more mad and was asking why he took the money when it wasn’t even his to begin with.
I have had other dreams that have stuck with me for a few years, both of my grandma. One happened a few weeks after my grandma (my moms mom) passed (December 2012). She had been sick for a few months before she passed. In the first dream, my mom and I were at some restaurant. My mom got a call on her cell phone. Just from the way she was talking I could tell it was my grandma. I was thinking to myself it couldn’t be her because she had passed, but I knew that my mom was talking to her. When my mom hung up the phone, my mom said grandma was good and she had made it, but she hadn’t seen someone yet. And I really don’t know who it was. And I think I remember my mom saying either that person wasn’t there yet, or she wasn’t there very long and she’ll eventually she him. But I think I remember the name John being mentioned. My grandma had a brother John, who passed in 2014. And my grandpas (my dad’s dad who knew my grandma) name was John. And he passed a little over a month after my grandma.
The other dream I had about my grandma is: I was at her house. Her house wasn’t very big. It is a one story with a basement. A three small bedroom house. She was young, probably in her 20s. From what I can remember of the dream, she didn’t look anything like the pictures I have seen of her when she was in her 20s -30s. But for some reason she was young, and she was running around the house and I was trying to catch her. She ran from the kitchen, down the hallway (about 8’ long), and into her bedroom. When I got in her room, she wasn’t there.
I don’t understand why she was young. She was in her 70s by the time I was born. And she didn’t move into that house until 6 or 7 years before she passed. More memories were made at her other house she lived in for about 40 years. These dreams left me kind of confused, even to this day.
I had a dream last night where I lived in a place and time where suicide was legal as long as you jumped off this specific cliff.
I had a first person view of people jumping off while contemplating whether or not to do it but it was almost like I was watching a video and was not really there.
In my dream, you would be resurrected/reincarnated into another life. I eventually was on this cliff … and I jumped.
It felt so real when I jumped and I felt like I was in free fall for so long ( I’ve been skydiving and this felt scarier and so real ) … and eventually I hit a tree that went through my body.
I didn’t wake up and my dream continued on from there but I don’t remember much after that.
I don’t like to admit it but I’m depressed and dreams like this that are really vivid just gets me extremely down.
You just have to realize that it is not real and do your best to not let it have too much of an affect on you.
I wish I could talk to everyone here in person.
Two dreams stand out for me:
My 30 yo son died from cancer 2-1/2 years ago. We were very close. I dreamt that I was lying in bed and the door opened. It was very bright and sunny in the room. My son walked in looking like the handsome kid he was in a very white t-shirt and said, “Oh mom, that looks so comfy”. Then he laid down next to me. Then I woke up. I felt so happy and felt that he was ok now.
My boss died from cancer about 15 years ago. We were also very close - like a brother to me. I dreamt that I was at the family cabin and he walked in. I ran to him and called out his name. I was so happy to see him. I clasped his hand and it was warm to my touch. Usually, a dream is like watching a movie to me. This one I actually felt something - the warmth of his hand. It made me feel that there really is something after death and that they’re ok.