Are you kidding? My dreams are nothing but things I wouldn’t or can’t do in everyday life. Every night it is everything from a gorefest, to a film noir, to sword&sorcery to all sorts of other strangeness. I thought everyone had that.
I pretty much never dream things that I would do in real life. Has anybody ever read a “Choose your own drug-fueled misadvendture”? Because my dreams are like that. Ridiculous amounts of crime, violence, sex, dark and disturbing content, and stuff that just makes no sense.
I guess I once had a dream that I was shopping for curtains. That’s the only thing that I’ve ever done in a dream that I think I would do in real life.
Like a lot of other people here I also dream of being able to breath underwater. The weirdest dream though was when I dreamed I was god, and I made a universe. That was awesome.
Last night I dreamed I gave away 22 million dollars. :eek:
Murder for hire, after which I got Lou Reed to help me dispose of the body. (We got caught and sentenced to life without parole.)
Running a commune in some post apocalyptic dystopia. Sounds fun but trying to get the other communists to do the most basic chores was a hassle.
I get into much more intimate situations with co-workers in my dreams than I would ever do in real life.
I was very young when Vietnam was ‘televised’, and I had <my only> recurring dreams about it, all the time. In them I was always a general or whatever, getting orders I hated, and sending people off to die. I hated doing it, but I had to; what was worse was that they always knew they’d probably die, and they went anyway. Cause or effect?: I’ve always hated the idea of being in the military. If I’m going to do something like that, or kill anyone myself, or order someone else to do something, it will be on MY orders, not someone else’s.
My brain is too literal, I think. I used to have flying/breathing underwater dreams until I hit 13. At that point, it was made known to me that I was a grownup now and not a little kid, and I had several dreams after that point during which I would try to fly and be told I was too old to do that anymore. >.<
I’ve had several dreams where I was getting married.
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Oh geez…My Dreams are Basically a personal Holodeck.
I don’t know if I am dreaming or not until something out of the ordinary happens.
“Out of the ordinary” is pretty subjective though…
Flying cars and time manipulation is normal…a girl getting naked in from of me and asking for sex is…well…Oh Shit, I must be Dreaming…blink…then I wake up. 
Generally my Dreams like to make me take risks, like walking on a small precipice or cliff face in order to get the Macguffin.
I hate heights.
But, the importance of the dream plot device makes me overcome my unwillingness to proceed. I fell a few times, sometimes catching myself all movie style, and Dr. Cat Archeologist retrieves artifact and saves the planet.
My brain knows I hate to be in that position…So, 9 times out of 10, that’s what I do while I’m sleeping…
The other times…I dream I have 3 day jobs and forget which one im supposed to be at at any given time.
Or I seek Demons to Witness.
(Witness mean kills them or de-powers them or something…an almost impossible task)
I once dreamed I was holding my cat, and the cat was purring.
And then, I took a big bite out of the cat’s scalp and ate it, fur and all.
And I kept eating the bloody mess of its tiny little brain.
And all along it kept purring.
Gee, I wonder why I remember that dream all these years later.
The other day I dreamt I was at a restaurant. The waiter brings me out a bowl of soup. It wasn’t the soup I ordered. In a fit of rage, I took a full beer mug that was sitting next to me and threw it.
I intentionally hit some big giant hulk like of a guy in the back of the head; shattering the mug. Hulk man gets up all pissy and starts to walk towards me to give me an ass beating. I in turn kept taunting him more, telling him to fuck off, etc…
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t do that in real life. Even if I could get past the beer throwing incident.
I once had a dream where I was playing with a gun, and it accidentally discharged and hit a good friend. He wondered why I would shoot him, and I tried to explain that it was an accident.
The thing was, I knew that I would face some serious legal consequences if he told anyone that it was me who shot him, and I didn’t want to go to prison. I couldn’t leave any witnesses, so… I shot him again.
But he still didn’t die. So I had to shoot him again. He kept asking “Why are you doing this?”, and I kept saying “I am so, so sorry” as I continued to shoot him.
That was a pretty deeply disturbing dream.
Just last night I dreamed I took a shower with my (adult) neice. There was nothing at all sexual about it; we were having a conversation and continued talking while we disrobed and showered. In the dream I didn’t find it strange at all, but I think it’s safe to say I would never do that IRL.
Frankly, I accidentaly kill about every single todler under my watch in my dreams. That’s almost a rule : a baby in my dreams is a doomed baby (at about 4-5 yo a kid becomes 100% safe OTOH). The total death toll must be in the dozens for the dreams I remembered, and probably in the hundreds in the dreams I didn’t remember. 
One baby lost and you’re all worried? 
Seriously, I’m surprised that you would need to ask such a question. You must almost never remember your dreams. I do tons of things in my dreams I wouldn’t possibly do in real life, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for everybody.
I like this one
And I’m terribly sorry for you 
Similar to the OP, I had a dream a few years ago that I had a baby (I don’t have kids) and that I strangled it with my own hands in its car seat. After it was dead, I was freaking out because the crime would go “on my rap sheet.” Not: oh, no! I’ve killed my baby! But: oh, no! My rap sheet (I’ve never been arrested) will get longer! Fucked up. I’m still a little disturbed by that dream.
But yeah, I have really bizarre dreams all the time that have zero basis in how I’d act in real life.
I absolutely positively would never show up late and naked to a final exam I hadn’t studied for.
I am known for my punctuality.
Have all babies in your dreams started wearing red shirts out of curiosity?
I once had a dream in which I beat the shit out of Roman Danylo with a wire hat rack because he stole my infant half-vampire son (Roman and I were both also either full- or half-vampires). I probably won’t ever do that IRL.
I often dream that I’m an entirely different person-- not even the same age, ethnicity, or gender I am in real life. This makes my sexual dreams extra fun, but confusing (especially since I’m a prudish heterosexual virgin when I’m awake).
Once, I was four different people at the same time. I all had broad, shallow personalities and I stayed in a tight group, so it was easy to keep track of myselves.
When I am myself in a dream, I have a distressing tendency toward self-destruction. I bought a gun from a door-to-door salesman and deliberately shot a hole through my left hand (it was full of orange Jell-O). I scratched at a mosquito bite until my skin fell apart in concentric circles. I somehow dislocated my cervix-- it didn’t hurt or bleed, just slipped out and lay in my hand like a veiny, pink tortellini. I think it would be worse if these dreams didn’t disturb me.
I found my mother sitting alone on a bench in the park, throwing little chunks of ham at people. She convinced me to join her. The first piece I threw hit a cop who looked exactly like LeVar Burton.
One time, I realized I was having a bad dream but could not will myself awake. Throwing myself in front of a speeding white van did the trick.
Until reading this thread I had forgotten about the dream I had in which I pulled a baby out of my vagina and then tried to give it away to anybody I encountered. I couldn’t get anyone to take the baby, so I left it on the porch.
Don’t have kids, don’t want kids - this kinda confirmed it! Of course I would never get pregnant IRL, or leave a baby on a porch.
Damn dreams are weird. I just had a really neat weird one this morning, but I can’t remember what it was now, just that it was on the unusual side.