Last night I dreamed that the hilariously awful Super Dictionary was written instead by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by Dave McKean. I wish I could show you the specific entries. It was terrifying.
In my late teens through early 30’s my dreams were often like a dressed rehearsal of things to come. I would practice in my dreams until I got it right.
I have lots of flying dreams where I struggle with the physics of my human body but always find a way to cheat that allows me to become airborne.
I could count my sex dreams on one hand but have had many dreams where I had a crush on someone. If I happen to be woken durring a deep sleep I am often in the midst of very strange colorful dreams that may involve giant insects and things like giant frogs or turtles. Usually they are pleaseant but just a little scary.
My flying dreams invariably feature me in bird-form. Even my unconscious mind is a little too attached to physics, I think.
Not seeing anything surreal about the bolded one…oh, wait, I’m from rural Louisiana. Most people don’t see that in real life as often as I did as a kid. :smack:
Another thing, whenever I dream of my apartment it’s always wrong. The layout is wrong. The size is wrong. There are far too many windows (apparently I have privacy concerns or something). There is often a hidden exit to the outside.
my brother died a few years ago, my mom a year later. despite being close to both, I have recurring episodes (not dreams, because they occur right after I wake up in the middle of the night, or from a nap, while fully awake and walking) where I totally forget my brother died, and I call out his name.
Has never occurred with my mother.
Rarely recall my dreams.
PS I am an avid skeptic. zero belief in any paranormal events or claims, zero religion. no ufos, no past lives, no fortune tellers, no magic, orbs, , Eck, etc.
Not very often, and when I do, it’s only little bits and pieces of them.
When I was a kid, I used to have the same dream every time I got sick. Last time I had that particular dream was when I was 14 (I’m almost 60 now). Don’t remember any other recurring dreams, though I do have recurring themes - a lot of my dreams are set on submarines, or on the sub tender I was on.
Had one “sequel” that I recall, back in high school.
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I rarely remember my dreams.
Like the OP, I also get dreams about dead people or pets, and, like the OP, I slowly realize in the dream that the person or pet is dead and I’m dreaming. The first of these was when my paternal grandfather died: I remember seeing him like I was looking in at him from behind glass. I came to know I was dreaming, and I had the thought that I could resurrect him from my knowledge of him. A different part of me said that it wasn’t possible, that his personality was a massive, complex crystal that I only saw certain small facets of, and the facets I didn’t see were lost to me forever. I typically wake up from these dreams on the edge of tears.
The other kind of dream I have explains why I like Eraserhead so well. One of this kind featured me and my family in a family car driving into a dark, depressive town dominated by a single shut-down factory. Think Alien[sup]3[/sup] meets Centralia, Pennsylvania. Or, you know, Detroit. Anyway, I knew that ever since the factory shut down, the only thing people had to do in that town was drive through the closed factory along narrow, winding catwalks with no railings. So my family did that, and, of course, we fell off a catwalk about a thousand stories up. I woke up well before we hit the ground.
Another in the same basic style was basically a music video scene: I was watching as my perspective swooped over a cracked and dry mud flat where my body was standing. My body was being climbed by cheap, articulated plastic baby dolls covered in cellophane with dry twigs sticking out of their navels. The dolls represented aborted fetuses: The cellophane represented their dessicated amniotic sacs and the twigs were their dead umbilical cords. I’ve always been pro-choice and I am a male, so I don’t understand the symbolism here. As Freud said, sometimes weird shit is just weird shit.
I’ve even dreamed two more-or-less complete movies. Complete with titles, no less.
Nice to know I’m not alone. But if my brain is going to all the trouble of casting Liza Minelli why isn’t she singing and dancing? Why is she shelling peas? Couldn’t we have gotten someone cheaper?
Another aspect of my dreams that baffles me is when, within the context of the dream, I am aware that I am at home or in my grandparents’ house, except the house in the dream isn’t remotely like one I’ve ever lived in.
Well, during the first week of February or so I dreamed I was a super-hero, in the midst of some super-hero battle for the good of others and no profit at all to myself. It was very disturbing. 
I feel that lately I have a lot of dreams where I go back to the past. I’ll dream that as an adult I move back into a house that I lived in as a kid. Or I’ll go back to a previous place of employment and work there again.
I have various iterations of a dream in which I am in a multi-floor building and I simply cannot find my way to where I need to go. Sometimes I’m trying to leave and can’t find the elevators or stairs and keep going around and around over the same hallways. Other times I’m just trying to find a certain room but keep going around and around in circles. There are usually lots of other people around but I never ask anyone for help.