Any others here who can “rewind” their dreams when they start heading in an undesired direction?
I dream in full color with sound. I nearly always think the dreams are real; the only exceptions are the dreams I have when relatives and pets die and I dream I’m interacting with them though I know in the dream they’re dead.
My perspective might ‘float’ a bit, though: Usually, I’m in my body looking out my eyes, but sometimes I drift up and behind me or off to some other location near my body and observe that way.
I’m extremely emotionally labile in dreams, and can go from extremes of anger, sadness, and happiness over minor concerns. For example, I used to sleep listening to NPR and wake up around Morning Edition, a show that uses bits and pieces of songs between news pieces. Once, a song that was playing got integrated into my dream, and I was extremely sad in the dream when it faded out. Usually, though, this manifests itself in feelings of deep dread and dark forebodings, even if there’s nothing in the dream to cause such feelings.
It’s very rare to go a night without dreaming. I can usually recall what I dreamt of when I wake up and for most of the day. Sometimes I’ll remember bits and pieces I hadn’t recalled originally a few days later.
I always dream in color. When I take Melatonin, I get especially vivid dreams. For the most part, my dreams are like the random changing of television channels, hopping from one scene to the next. I used to be able to lucid dream but it has become increasingly difficult to remain in control.
I base a bit of my dreamworld off of real life places- work, school, home, etc. but there are always new buildings and scenery. They feel normal and natural in my dreams, it’s amazing that my brain can make things up on the spot sometimes.
What I dream about varies but there’s always a grain of truth at the bottom of it all. I dream my fears- Being rejected for a kiss (even in my lucid dreams I have to practically FORCE myself on a guy- now what does that tell you about my subconscious? :(), suddenly being naked in a room full of people and trying to play it cool, going back to high school to retake some classes that have mysteriously disappeared from my transcripts (none of these mentioned have ever happened), reliving my gym class from hell and being forced to swim in the pool, arguing with my family, getting fired from work, and death.
I get pretty emotional in my dreams. There are times where I will sob and sob and wake up with tears in my eyes. I’ve been told that I talk, yell, cry, scream, sing, and curse in my sleep.
Sometimes I speak Japanese or Spanish, although that has decreased over the years as I’ve stopped learning the languages. I find that I can do math in my sleep, but cannot read- the letters/symbols constantly change each time I look back at them.
I dream in first person, in color and the dreams seem real at the time, although I can be flying.
I’ve had dreams that I thought were real, in that I remembered them later as real memories, and not dreams, but that’s only been a couple of times.
I dream in colour and often quite lucidly, to the extent that I sometimes decide to ‘rewind’ a scene and do it differently. The times when i’m completely immersed on a dream, I often wake up with the same emotions I had on the dream which I find annoyingly irrational.
I dream in color and like I am looking through my own eyes. I do not see myself in my dreams.
My dreams have changed throughout the years, but I guess it is because I dream of people I see everyday and that has always changed.
I had a friend die about three years ago who I dream of as being alive, although I have the knowledge during the dream that he is really dead. I try to keep myself asleep during those dreams and I will tell him that if I wake up he will be gone again. I am usually sad when I wake from those dreams.
I dream of other people who are dead in real life and sometimes I know they are dead, and sometimes I dont. Sometimes some people in my dream know the dead people are dead and others do not.
I often dream of my children and they will be adults one minute and suddenly they are little children again. I dream of people being together that have no business being together. Coworkers in Florida are mingling with coworkers from a different job or with my relatives in Texas and acting like they know each other.
I used to have all of the cliche dreams. Flying. Being late for class or missing my clothing. I dont have those anymore. I think it is because I am older and whatever fears cause those dreams are gone for me now.
I do talk in my sleep and sleepwalk quite often, but that is a whole different story. If there is ever a thread about sleepwalking I could certainly tell some tales !!!
I dream in color with sound. I am me and I don’t know I’m dreaming. The me in the dream has no idea that the me that observes is observing - or maybe the me that is observing is the me next morning who recalls the dream, and the me in the dream is like the everyday me who does not sense me days later remembering.
I have no idea how to change the direction the dream is heading.
I started using a CPAP machine a few months ago and think of it as my dream machine. I dream every night and it is complicated enough to be interesting while pleasant enough to look forward to it. Before the machine, I generally was not aware of dreaming most nights.
What feels most important in my dreams is the location, the setting, the surroundings. Sometimes it is familiar and sometimes not, but I feel a great deal of attachment to or investment in the surroundings. With rare exception, the interpersonal action and the plot of the dream and its characters don’t seem significant.
I dream in color and with sound and sometimes I dream lucidly and sometimes not. I am, as far as I can tell, always “myself”, though sometimes I appear differently than in waking life. I have looked at myself in mirrors and had different hair or otherwise looked differently but I always know/feel that I am “me”.
I kept a dream journal for a few years and found it very helpful in recalling my dreams (EVERYONE dreams, even if they don’t recall it, and you’d be amazed at how much more of your dreams you can train yourself to recall than the ones you usually do, which are often just the last sequence of the night). Keeping the journal, I found I was able to spot patterns and meanings I would not otherwise have noticed consciously. I found it took up an increasing amount of time every morning, so I stopped doing it. I would need to set my alarm for an hour or so earlier than usual to allow for it, and I’m just too lazy. 
I’m very good at tricking myself into accepting a dream scenario as real, but much of time I am aware it is a dream and either just go with it or direct it.
I have written entire passages of a story I was working on in my sleep (and later written it down in waking life) and have heard/composed music I was able to recall and record.
Since my husband died, I have had recurring dreams in which he was alive, and they are some of the most creepy, distressing ones of my life. BECAUSE, in the dream I manage to convince myself that it is real and that what I, even in the dream, remember as reality is some sort of a dream itself/a mistake/not real.
I very lucidly think, in the dream, “well, I guess I DID dream all that or it was somehow a mistake” and that really throws me for a loop.
Then I wake up and the weird feeling persists. 
Sometimes I am aware that I am dreaming during the dream; sometimes I am not; and sometimes I become aware during the dream that it is only a dream. The first and third categories are generally unpleasant, if not nightmares.
Not long after my mother died, I twice had very similar dreams in which she was not dead, that there had been a miraculous cure at the last second. In one of them, she had even been mistakenly buried and then disinterred. Those were the third kind; I initially thought I was awake, but as the dream progressed i became more and more aware of the inconsistencies between what I was experiencing and what was actually possible.
ETA: My dreams are always in color and always in sound. Usually they have a definite plot.
I dream in color and often (but not always) with all five senses involved. I’ve had dreams where I’ve eaten food and could tell that the dish was missing an ingredient, for example. I’m usually myself, but I’ve had dreams from the first-person perspective where I was a different person, I’ve had dreams where I was only the eye of the camera and other people were acting, and twice I’ve had dreams where I was someone else looking at…me. I once had a dream in which I was a man kissing me – my consciousness was in the man’s body, but he/I was kissing the woman who was my real self. (That was a strange experience, especially considering that was one of the dreams where I had the sense of touch. My dream-self had very soft lips and a great ass, I can tell you that much. :p)
These full-sense dreams are annoying because I’ll often say to myself in the dream, “This couldn’t possibly be a dream, since I can feel .” I can pinch myself in dreams and feel it and be convinced this is waking life. I guess my clue that I’m dreaming is that I’m even considering that what I’m experiencing is or is not a dream – I never do that in real life.
I can, but not for every dream.
My dreams are always in color, with sound, and very detailed. Other than that, there are three categories.
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Like everyday life, but with surreal elements that seem normal during the dream. Like deceased relatives being alive, and well, or casually going back in time. For example, last night I was in the year 1995. Dream me knew that I’d gone back in time, and didn’t think it was remarkable in any way. That dream also featured a very close friend who was made up solely for the dream, since I don’t know anyone like that in real life. Sometimes I’m me, and sometimes I’m other people. This can change multiple times in the same dream.
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Movie type dreams that are in the third person.
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Can have elements of the first two categories, except that I know it’s a dream, while it’s taking place.
In most of my dreams, I’m me, and it’s in color, with sound. Even though some of the things that take place in the dreams don’t make sense in the real world, I take them at face value, while they’re taking place.
I dream in color. In fact I always dream about something red the night before I get my period.
I have anxiety dreams and an ex-boss of mine features prominently in them. Last night I dreamt that I had gone back to work for him, but I was a complete, well, spaz. I was violently rocking in a chair while he was talking to me and speaking completely inanely.
When I am eating well and avoiding crap foods I will dream about eating them. I can even taste in some of the dreams and wake up feeling bad that I caved.
Sometimes my dreams are just sensations. Like I am in an all-white room and there is a heavy drum beat and the walls vibrate.
I can never dial a phone!!
I usually dream lucidly, in color, with sound. The setting is almost always a real place from my life, but it isn’t the way the real place is (there are rooms that don’t belong in the house, for example). The perspective shifts from first person to third, and the setting often shifts (I’ll be at work one minute, then at home), sometimes I do this on purpose, because I have god-powers in my dreams. I am nearly always in my dreams, but I’m not always me.
Yes, when I do this a clock appears in front of me and I turn the hands back. There was only one time when this didn’t work, the hands kept flying back to their original position. I became so enraged that I blasted the clock with lightning, then went on a rampage, laying to waste everything around me with fire and explosions.
I rarely have dreams that are completely different from the above. They are static, and consist of a single sensation, like the taste of gingersnaps, or a still image. The only true nightmares I have are like this. There is a sense of dread mixed with responsibility, as if some unstoppable force of destruction and madness is on it’s way, and I was the one who set it lose. The only way to escape these dreams/nightmares is to awaken.
Life is but a dream?, sweetheart, hello …
I almost never remember my dreams, but when I do, they are the most boring dreams ever. Like refilling my stapler or buying a pastry (without incident). Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I usually feel like my dreams are really happening until I wake up. In a few cases I will be slightly disoriented for a few seconds after I wake up, while I assimilate the fact that the events of the dream didn’t happen. However, once that happens, my memories of the dream instantly become very flat and unrealistic; sometimes it seems as though the dream might not have had any sound, for instance. I usually forget my dreams immediately, but in some cases I remember them, both the “plot” and certain images.
I rarely am aware that I’m dreaming during the dream, although it sometimes happens during a nightmare: I’ll be very frightened/stressed/frustrated and then I’ll suddenly realize that the situation is so unrealistic that it must be a dream (e.g. I’ll suddenly remember I’m not in university anymore, so I can’t possibly have an exam I completely forgot about; or I’ll just think it’s extremely unlikely that I should be being chased or whatever). After that, the dream usually ends immediately, although I will often have the impression of waking myself up because I don’t want the nightmare to continue. Sometimes in especially bad nightmares I’ll have a strange feeling of being shoved up or having to force myself upwards against lots of fluid or elastic pressure or a powerful rush of air as I wake up.
I can’t talk about my dreams. Copyright issues.
I mentioned this a while ago, but once several years ago I had a fairly routine dream that was preceded by a commercial for the Bank of Montreal.
I briefly considered writing to them to say that if they were going to take out ad placements in my subconscious, I expected to be paid.
Don’t ever mention you dream about the World Series, or MLB will come after you for unauthorized transmission.
Had my worst dream last night. Trying to go but wasn’t ready. Everyone else was laughing at my ineptitude. F* me, running.