Yes, but it’s waaay different from everybody else’s.
I had a very realistic dream once. I’m usually a lucid dreamer, so these are rare. Everything in this dream was like reality, with one exception: there was an evil witch tormenting people in their dreams. One night she came for me in my dream (within the dream) and I used my lucid dreaming to corner and kill her. Everyone was so grateful to me, and so happy that the terror was over. I was pretty bummed out when I woke up and realized that the witch never existed and I wasn’t a hero.
ETA: There’s also the time I dreamed a trailer for a major motion picture starring Jason Ellis and woke up super pumped to see a movie that didn’t exist.
Not a person, but I have had dozens of dreams over the years and I always live in this same house that I have never seen really, but could describe in such detail, down to the contents of the attic.
Waking up I am always disappointed because it is an awesome house.
Closest I come to this is that day my wife was pissed at me for something I said to her in a dream. Memorable line: “No, you didn’t say it, but it sounded like something you WOULD say!”
Just to preface this: I have been blessed (or cursed) with dreams SO vivid that they are, for all intents and purposes, exactly like how I experience real life, just going on inside my mind rather than around me. I have talked to so many others about dreams and come to the conclusion that few other people feel their dreams with the same sense of total reality that I do. It’s truly like I experience an alternate reality when I sleep.
Some months ago, during a tough time with my SO (we’ve since patched it up), I had the most amazingly vivid dream. I was a guest at a sort of country estate, possibly in England (I have been there) but possibly also somewhere in old-money East Coast America. I was the only one staying there, except for this woman a bit older than me. I’m 31 and she was in her 40s. She was very elegant and pretty, but not in a traditional way at all. She had vibrant red hair, and wore old-fashioned dresses…she looked bohemian, but from an earlier age, not the way a contemporary artsy girl might look. She was an artist - her medium was incredibly intricate “illustrations” of animal figures made from differently colored paper and stuff like iridescent paper, gold foil, and other flat paper or cloth-like materials. She had one that was of a pheasant, and I was utterly fascinated and absorbed in it. (Upland bird shooting is closely connected to some of the people that I’ve grown up around and been influenced by - and I will always associate it with a certain mannered and genteel lifestyle that I admire.) So this pheasant design that this woman created, it hit me like a locomotive pulling 30 cars loaded to the max with emotional significance. It’s like, it carried with it a perfect metaphor for everything that is right and good and kind and beautiful about this red-haired, creative, artistic woman and the quaint estate where she lived. There was something maternal about her as well as passionately romantic and sexual. She told me that she was married but was getting divorced, and it was blatantly obvious from the way she communicated this information to me, that it was a romantic overture to me. I woke up shortly after.
I’ve only had a couple of dreams like this in my life but strangely I had another one the very next night. She was long haired redhead. I wonder if I was influenced by my love of my ginger kittens, ha ha?
Sure, but this is more about the accompanying dissapointment. A heartache.
I had a very vivid dream where I was on a cliff looking down to the ocean. I realized there was an alcove on the mountain with a park beach with a little girl sitting on it. I went down to her and she said “I was supposed to be your daughter. But you didn’t have kids, so my brother got born to someone else and now he’s my father.”
I looked up to see someone who looked exactly like my oldest brother (who died young). He said “She’s right. I’m her father, not her brother cause you didn’t have children.”
I often have the recurring dream where I share a room with 3 sisters (I’m an only child in real life :D) and it’s a darkly illuminated room with all hot pink decor and the bathroom is identical to the bathroom in a pizzeria in my town (bathroom stalls and everything) and the rest of the house is identical to a house my family used to rent for the summer in Palacios, TX. The relationship between my “sisters” and myself in the dream is quite pleasant- really makes me wish I had real - life siblings.
I dream of my Mother who died when I was really young, all the time. IRL I have to look at her pictures to remember her face. But when I dream of her I remember her instantly. She is always in a cloudy type bed, with white linens (heaven?). She is holding a big book, not speaking, but I understand she wants me to read and know what is written there. And then I wake up. I have had this dream forever. I used to ask my Daddy what it meant. He laughed at me, saying I was feeling guilty about my bad behaviour or something.
I often have dreams not about people. but about going to a library or bookstore that has shelf after shelf of books by my favorite authors…which were never written in real life. (My husband, Andy L, does too.) Always very disappointing to wake up.
My brother rarely dreams, but when he does he’s back in Viet Nam. Like, remembering map coordinates back.
A couple of nights ago I dreamed of a little cat just like my sister’s late Mogwai. Not a kitten, but a tiny adult. Every time I looked away and then back, she’d gotten smaller, until finally she was Thumbellina Kitty. She was also Tinkerbellish in that as long as I gave her love and attention, she didn’t shrink anymore.
I woke up looking for her. I hope she’s all right.
Probably everyone who’s lost a loved one dreams of seeing them again. One morning I woke up thinking I should go see my folks.
