I have extremely vivid and realistic dreams every night. Last night l had a dream that I met someone in a grocery store who tried to convince me that I should structure my life by awarding myself little rectangle stickers when I accomplish things that I arrange into a series of larger rectangles.

I wish my dreams were this coherent lmao

i get wild dreams. did u stop smoking weed a couple weeks ago? i almost completely stopped dreaming when i was smoking regularly. then i realized whenever i quit for a few weeks, my crazy dreams would come back. im pretty much 6 months sober on weed (quit for 4 months, then smoked once a week for a two months, now im a month off of it again) and two nights ago i had this super long dream where a bunch of crazy shit happened (i forgot it but it felt like an entire day of doing shit in a single dream)

Yeah, sometimes. I posted about such a dream here some time ago. It took place in a pharmacy with spherical rooms, a modernist kind of aesthetic. There were multiple floors and the areas were laid out in an inconvenient yet stylish way. I was in there just buying toothpaste. When I went outside, there was a protest, and the police had brought armored vehicles to suppress it. I went home to my childhood home and noticed some noise coming from the backyard. I went out back, to the gazebo, and was greeted by Adam Friedland, Stavros Halkias, and Nick Mullen. I pretended not to know who they were, asked them what they were doing in my backyard, etc. I started laughing, though, and they knew that I knew them. Then Nick bodyslammed me to the ground and the dream ended.

Not now mom I'm playing streets of rage

then we just hung out and played Streets of Rage. While I sat there wondering how I'd been roped into this friendship.

this has never happened to me in a dream but has absolutely happened to me irl

I absolutely love discussing dreams and thinking about them. I always have these nondescript dreams that just feel like a jumble of images when I wake up, and then I forget them as the day goes by. Sometimes I do remember some of them, though. A notable one happened this time when I had this bipolar hypomania crush on a girl, which lasted for an alarming amount of time. I dreamed she was driving me somewhere on a street which was only for buses. Then she suddenly disappeared, The Leftovers-style, and the car just kept on moving for a few moments before stopping. And that's it. I woke up and spent the whole day trying to suss out what that meant.

It was actually a surprisingly literal kind of symbolism, to be honest. She often did this thing where we would go out, she would vanish afterwards and then say hello months later and we'd go out maybe once or twice a year. It had been going on for about three years at that point. Thing is, I was crazy about her, happily letting her drive me around, then she would disappear and leave me hanging, in a moving car without a driver, so to speak. Also, in a bus lane, recognizing that this shit shouldn't be happening. I discussed this with my therapist and some time later I started feeling better and letting go of her. We still meet every now and then, but my crush on her is gone.

My point is that, in my view, understanding what a dream means involves realizing that each image, each element, works as a symbol. Sometimes you have to dig deeper to understand what's going on, but it's always a representation of the thing, rather than the thing itself. Why is it a Greek temple? Why were there tourists? Why white? Why was the temple Greek but the statues Japanese? And how does all that relate to being in a romantic couple? It's all very personal and it's only your and maybe your therapist's job to decode all that, but I feel there's meaning even in the smallest details. It's all a weirdly deliberate way that your brain has to tell you "hey look what's going on in here". But I might be wrong.

Also, I don't know how to explain the dream I had a couple nights ago where my friend (who happened to have David Mitchell's face, but I knew it was my friend) took a shit in my living room. He asked me "hey, can I take a shit here?" and I laughed it off like "haha yeah right whatever" and he just dropped trou and shat in my goddamn living room. What the fuck

I had the most cringe dream of my life ever recently because it was about this website. I got banned from a community and then there was a post about me that said idkmybffjoeysteel is the first person to ever be banned from here and then everyone in the comments was saying mean things about me.

I was so embarassed to be thinking about this that I immediately realised I was in a dream and woke up.

Yeah I have. I had to kill evil scientists with a disintegration ray gun and wade through a field of mud before I could make it to the nearest cafe and order a cup of coffee

I had a weird dream where some fireworks got lit indoors and I managed to get them outside before they went off but then they set some trees on fire. So I started rushing around with a hose and yelling at people to help but they were pointing at some dogs fighting under a tree. The tree was on fire and I put it out but then a blackened branch broke off and barely missed the fighting dogs. Everyone was laughing at the dogs not getting squished. I got super mad and started yelling at them and calling them assholes.

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I had another dream where having lived in the post apocalyptic future I had gone back in time in order to prepare. I knew that I would need weed, a lot of it, in order to trade with the monsters that inhabited this scorched Earth, but I needed a place to keep it where it could remain safe until I was ready to collect it, and what better place to hide it but the room of requirement. I could not get this thing to work for the life of me, though. In my first attempt, walking back and forth down the hallway, I summoned a marble bathroom with loads of stalls and nowhere to wash your hands. Plus there were loads of people in it, so that wasn't going to work. I tried again, but this time there were people walking down the hallway the same time as me, and when the room got summoned, they all rushed in completely amazed, and I could not get rid of them. When I tried again a while later, I discovered a plain and dark room that was already inhabited by a group of former students who were all huddled together against the wall in sleeping bags. Upon waking, one tired looking woman now in her 40s explained to me that they were just waiting for everything to stop. I'm not sure what the conclusion to this was, but I did wake up in the future again and traverse a city like Elden Ring's Leyndell where I was again harassed by a weird rat creature for my weed. Luckily I had it this time.

When I was in Uni I had a dream that I was in the Prefect's common room at Hogwarts (this was before the transphobia or even wizards shitting themselves) playing pool against Samuel L. Jackson. It took a little while to start to suspect something was wrong, but when I looked at the table and counted the balls I knew it had to be a dream: Hogwarts was one thing, but winning a pool game against Samuel L Jackson couldn't be real. Woke me straight up.

When I worked in a primary school I had a dream that the class had been making little paper "rockets" launched by squeezing an empty 2 litre plastic bottle. For some reason, I then had to take the 3 kids who made the best paper rockets down to a place called "the yeet shop" on the main road, where their paper rockets would be launched into low orbit. The yeet shop was apparently not weird enough for me to notice until I woke up naturally.

I rarely remember my dreams vividly enough to form a cohesive timeline of events like you were able to, but I sometimes remember specific events from my dreams and I feel like Ive had quite a few dreams that involve me trying to speak but being unable to. I'd be certain I'm making the right lip and mouth movements to create sound but there's just no air coming from my lungs, so I'm helplessly wheezing when trying to talk, and it usually makes me feel pretty bad as though whatever I was trying to say was important. Sometimes I can still feel the breathlessness when I wake up, and Ive been kinda thinking about what it could all mean, is the cause psychological, reflecting some sort of subconscious belief that I cannot speak? or is it physiological, caused by something mundane like sleep apnea. Typing it out now I suppose that there is a third possibility, that dreams dont substantially reflect reality and I'm looking for a cause where there isn't one, or that these dreams aren't that frequent and they just feel like they are because the unpleasant nature makes them more memorable. Haven't studied psychology so I dont really have the liberty to draw a meaningful conclusion anyway, so maybe it's not worth thinking about.

Often, and I make use of them by learning signs to figure out I'm dreaming so I can basically do whatever I want aka lucid dreaming. Lots of fun, highly recommend. Everyone sleeps, might as well have some enjoyment with it, btw all those 'do this and that for x money to lucid dream' 100% scam 100% of the time, best way is to sleep while knowing lucid dreaming exists, and keep a dream diary if you have time.