I’ve always been a very vivid dreamer. Sometimes, however, the dream is out of focus, like I don’t have my glasses on, but I can still sort of tell what’s going on, and there’s usually the fear involved because I can’t see.
I’ve only ever had one recurring dream. It lasted from childhood until just recently - I was a baby, in a car seat, and suddenly the world was upside down, and then I was laying in a pile of leaves with loud noises. This stopped when my parents were talking about a car accident my father was involved with when I was about four to six months old - he flipped the car while drunk (luckily he got paranoid when drunk and had ROPED my car seat into the seat). He pulled me out of the car in case it exploded (thanks, dad), put me in a pile of leaves on the side of the road, and passed out. Ever since my parents talked about it, I’ve stopped having that dream.
Incidentally, I was taken away from my dad and they wouldn’t hand me over to my mom for three days, and I had quite the fear of leaves until about the age of two and a half.
I’ve had some very weird dreams before, a lot of them having turned into stories. I remember one in which I was a girl driving a car, but it wasn’t me, and there were three boys in the car with me - I got the feeling that it was sometime between 1950 and 1970, because it definitely wasn’t present day, and it was an older car. It’s raining outside, and a deer dashes in front of me. I try to swerve to avoid it, but the car doesn’t have power steering, and it somehow flips. The boy that had been sitting next to me looked like a very young John Lennon. When I climb out of the car, there’s deer meat all over the front of the car, and the two boys in the back seat climb out as well, but the boy from the front seat didn’t. We look in and there’s his body - minus his head. Apparently the car didn’t have safety glass, cuz a shard of it had smashed through his neck and his head was laying about two feet away from his body. In my dream I recalled something about dentists being able to put teeth back in if you still have the tooth, and it made some sort of sick sense to me, so I picked up the head (which, in my dream, seemed pretty heavy for such a small appendage) and tried to put it back on the neck, and then I puked. The end. I woke up crying, it was such an intense, weird dream. Anyway, yeah, I started a story based on that dream and it’s going pretty good.
I hope my intense dreaming doesn’t go away with age (I’m 21) because it’s quite interesting to see what my brain comes up with at night.