Why do we dream about the things we do?
Why can we usually not remember them? What’s up with nightmares?
These people are talking about the opposite of nightmares, though – they’re describing the dreams that were so great they never forgot them.
Take a look.
1. The face I am making right now.
I have this dream that reappears every few years but it’s been over 3 years since my last one. It’s like I am chased by a cloud of black smoke and I have to hide somewhere in the city.
Every time I find myself in that dream, I still have the memory of the last one, so I strategize each time, like “oh hiding in a restaurant kitchen didn’t work last time, let’s go into the mall instead this time. It’s pretty terrifying though, nightmarish.
2. Bizarre is one word.
Was watching a football game on the yard outside of my childhood home.
One team featured Frasier Crane as the star player. The other team’s star was Jesus Christ, wearing a white gown and sandals.
Jesus was unstoppable. He ran a sweep to the right on every play and once he hit the corner, he was gone. A touchdown on every play.
Frasier Crane would throw a touchdown pass to a cousin of mine on every play.
The dream ended before the game was over so I would have liked to continue watching to see if anyone ever could tackle Jesus or sack Mr Crane.
3. I wonder if they play the cello.
I was in the living playing a cello in front of my family.
I was playing the pirates of the Caribbean theme, but it sounded like a full blown orchestra, and as i got to the end, I woke up from a smiling me playing the cello and am now sad.
It sounded so good too. 🙁
4. A cruel trick.
Any dream about falling in love. I once had a dream about reconnecting with my first love, and it was going great, but then I had the thought that what if it was all a dream?
Then I woke up, all distraught I felt awful, but then there she was, and we were back together.
It was so uplifting…until I ACTUALLY woke up. F*ck what a way to play with your own emotions.
5. At least you get to see them.
I have lots of dreams that involve my grandfather who raised me. It used to upset me a bit because I could never go back to the dream or control when they occurred, but eventually I learned to appreciate them.
He walked on from life over 20 years ago but it’s really nice to see him every now and then, even if it’s only in my dreams.
6. It’s not real.
I tend to get extremely vivid dreams when I take a tolerance break from marijuana. Like, movie realistic, I remember everything. It’s not just abstract thoughts or blurs, but something that feels like a real memory.
I had one very similar to what you’re talking about. The first girl I really thought I fell in love with and I were on our honeymoon on the beach, just loving life and playing in the waves. I threw her once and looked up to see a giant wave coming and absolutely destroying me.
I woke up in bed panicking, then realized I was just at our home and that the honeymoon had been a dream. But I still had the ring on my finger. I went downstairs to start making breakfast, and as she came down the stairs I glanced at the clock in the kitchen…And then everything went black. I woke up in my bed alone because we broke up like 10 years ago and haven’t seen each other in years.
S**t, that hurt. It really hurt. It had all seemed so f*cking real.
Last night I dreamed I was on a nice cruise ship with my husband and friends.
We were just hanging out in different bars on the ship and going out to the deck to watch as the ship arrived at a tropical port.
It was great but I woke up before I knew where we were. I think that was the point of the dream – I’m happy, secure but have no idea where “the ship” is going. The ship representing life or the world, I guess.
8. You’ll never know the ending.
I was stranded on an island. The dream felt like it lasted several days, so I wanted to go back to sleep and see if I survive or not. I actually did see the dream again. I survived and escaped on boat and I found a giant cargo ship.
I remember me screaming “Hey! Boat!” over and over and then it cuts off to me just walking around on the boat. Pretty odd, but it was very interesting.
9. There’s no trick to it.
Yes, I dreamt I had a hot girlfriend. I was cuddling her (in the bathroom, bizarrely) and was about to say “I love you” when I woke up. It felt so real.
I couldn’t get back to the dream tho.
10. You can only meet in your dreams.
I absolutely crave returning to the same dreams on other nights.
I think it’s happened twice where I willed myself to see the woman I had made up in my dream and another time where I absolutely didn’t want it to happen when I was having nightmares about medusa.
11. A real life nightmare.
Same. I’ve had a huge crush on this guy for the longest time and I know he likes me too, but it’s understood that there can’t be anything between us because we work together and we both were in relationships anyway.
But now we’re both single and I’ve been having the most vivid dreams about him and it’s always sad to wake up.
12. I would not like that.
As a kid I had the same dream 3 times over a different period of time. But each new dream told more than previous
I was levitating in my childhood home at the corridor, head turned to the kitchen in the middle of the night
I was in the same corridor standing. Suddenly I started to levitate in the same position towards kitchen. Then I stop in the same place as before and I hear something in the kitchen
I was in my room, and heard TV in parents room, and there was a very long single TV ad. I’ve decided to check it and went into the corridor. Same thing happened as in #2, but this time the sound was getting closer and I felt something was breathing near my head
13. What did you do with your newfound lease on life? We must know!
I had a dream where I was a criminal being executed, in the beginning of the execution, the platform fell forward and the people executing me d**d and I was still alive.
14. Brains are just fascinating.
Dreams are weird, returning to a dream nights apart happens to me too. Sometimes a different plot but in or around the same place my mind created awhile ago.
Like my subconscious has an internal map composed of mixed variations of actual places I’ve been to.
15. Too many unanswered questions.
The one that I still think of sometimes is that I was sitting around with my wife and a couple of friends playing cards and I hear a couple of “plops” on the table. I look down and two of my fingertips are there (left index and left ring). No blood, no pain, my hand looks like the nubs people have years after losing a finger in an accident. The detached fingertips still look healthy and the formerly attached ends appear the same as my nubs: healed, sealed over with skin.
I mention my calamity and say I need to go to the hospital and my friend thinks I’m overreacting since there’s zero blood and zero pain. My wife reluctantly takes me in.
The dream cuts to the hospital where I have a couple of doctors just kinda shrugging and going, “Well, if there’s no pain, we don’t see a problem.” And that is when I woke up.
16. That all sounds very exciting.
I remember i once had a dream that spanned multiple canonical days too (about a week).
It was a trip to Europe with my family and family friends and kidnapping and murder got involved along the way i was very relieved when i woke up, but it was strange feeling like i had lived a week all in one night.
17. Go for it.
Had a dream about a book series that I am 99.9% sure doesn’t exist.
(Been researching a lot.) So I am planning on writing it.
18. Those sound objectively awesome.
I have two re-occurring dreams, probably half a dozen times each, and every time I wake up mid-“story” if you can call it that.
In one, I have all the powers of Spider-Man, and I literally have to fight armies of demons and orcs emerging from a crack in the earth. These dreams are always AMAZING. Very cinematic MCU-style combat in urban environments against hellspawn, and alongside like SWAT guys and stuff. And they always feel so real.
In the other one, Abraham Lincoln shows up and is flying around like Superman. Once or twice I’ve gotten to ride on his back while he flies. That’s it, that’s the dream. I never know WTF it’s supposed to be about.
19. There’s a story idea in there somewhere.
I have a recurring dream where I meet the absolute perfect person for me, but we are only friends. We always meet the same way but do something different in every dream.
But in my dreams I have a huge crush on said person (just saying I don’t know their name or what they look like) but I can’t tell them because every time I do in the dream it stops and it’s so weird.
It’s not even a lucid dream or anything it just stops. I think I have the adult equivalent of an imaginary friend…
20. Come on brain!
I have a recurring dream about a skyscraper with a self contained city inside of it and the whole thing is riddled with hidden passageways. Total of four times in the past few years. I can’t wait to go back and keep exploring!
21. If you could live there forever.
I had a dream when I was a teenager that I had a daughter named Liliana (I have no idea why that was her name, as my fixation with name came afterwards because of the dream) and I called her Lily and “Lily Pad.”
It was an insanely vivid and realistic dream. When I woke up, I cried for a while because she had felt so real that I mourned her loss.
I still think about her sometimes.
22. These should be more regular! Ha!
I’ve only had like 4 s^x dreams so I wish I could have returned to any of those.
23. It was just a dream…
I had a dream I was madly in love with this guy.
Problem is, I’m madly in love irl with my bf. But the love I felt in the dream was so intense that I began to doubt my irl feelings.
It made me really sad and upset for like a day.
The guy in the dream wasn’t someone I’d normally fall for, so all it was very confusing.
24. He should write that book.
I was a detective in the 1960s, chasing a man who k**led women while they were home alone – including my wife, on the night I stayed back at the cop shop working on his case.
I found the warehouse he was living in. It was definitely him – he taped all his trophies, the hair of his victims, to the back wall. My wife’s ponytail, her bright red hair, was taped to the dirty concrete wall. I raised my gun at him, telling him it was over.
He smiled at me, a horrible smile with rotting teeth. “It is over. I’m going to wake you up. And when you wake up, you’ll disappear. And I’ll k**l again. Perhaps I’ll pay your daughter a visit.”
I tried to ask him what he meant. But then I woke up in my bedroom.
25. That took a turn.
Last night I dreamed I got together with a guy I was in love with for a long time when I was younger. We even had a kid together. It was all so cute and sweet! At one point in the dream I was holding our kid and he was sitting next to me, looking at the baby, and he looked so happy. Then he looked at me, put his arm around my shoulders and was about to kiss me…but then I woke up. I was so mad/sad. I tried to “go back to the dream” (sometimes, when I fall back asleep right away I kinda manage to get back to the same dream) but sadly it didn’t work :((
Next thing I know I was in a sort of old, shady house, and I heard some noises in a room, and when I went inside, I found the same guy there, lying on the floor, beaten and barely breathing. I ran to him and tried to help him, but he wasn’t responding. I was panicking by then. I tried to call an ambulance but couldn’t find my phone anywhere. And then I heard steps approching down the hall and somehow I just knew it was the same person who mistreated the guy I was in love with. Luckily I never got to actually see who it was because I woke up.
26. My heart.
In the dream my girl and I are doing something routine and average. Perhaps shopping, or driving in our car, or cooking. It’s always something mundane, but just knowing she is there with me fills me with overwhelming love and joy.
I always reach out to tell her that I’m in love with her; that this small moment, even though insignificant, is amazing to me because she is there, and because we are together and happy. I go to say these words to her but, every single time, all that comes out of my mouth is “I’m sorry”. Just then she’ll turn to look at me and…
… and that’s when I always wake up, startled, sweating, heartbroken. Words choking in my throat. The rest of the day will be gray and hazy, with me going through the ritual of daily life. Smiling when I’m supposed to smile, lest someone asks the question I dread most… is something wrong.
A decade of enduring that dream now. She’s gone forever and I’ll be cursed with that dream till I d**, I think.
27. Totally bizarre.
I h**e dreams that feel so real you have to check if they actually happened.
I lost my hair tie and in a dream i found it and put it on the bed side table.
I had to check in the morning to see if i had actually found it or if it was just a dream.
28. Reality bites.
This happens to me. I can’t stop thinking about this one made up world and dream and it fills me with sadness thinking about the life I’m not in. Where we are doing something so bland yet just company of each other is fulfilling. And every time you want to speak, the second you do, it’s time to wake up. And that deep sorrow of the Neverland weighs down on you.
Let me tell you something. The one time I ever had the courage to ask a girl out was in a dream!!! I had no idea it was a dream and the fact I had opened up to them about my heartbreaks in the past and my feelings towards my life going forward left me feeling cheated. And again, the one time I had the courage and wits to ask a girl out it wasn’t even real..
29. Maybe it will happen.
Ok I had an extremely similar dream today. There was this long, boring prologue about me working with a group to carry some surf boards to the top of a rocky hill, but after that the group I had been working with went home to rest. I went to bed, and I was half-asleep within the dream, when this beautiful girl walked into the room and started folding some clothes on my bed (the bed was a queen size). I think the dream wanted me to believe that she had been part of the group I had been working with earlier, because supposedly folding clothes was some sort of wrap up of that job.
Anyways, she lay down on the other side of my bed (since we were in the same group) and fell asleep. I then suddenly obeyed this urge to ask “Can I kiss you?” It startled her awake, and I guess I got upset that I had upset her, because I got out of bed and complained a bit about my impulsiveness and so on. I look back at the bed, and she’s there looking at me, and asks me if I want to kiss her. I rant for a bit about how I don’t deserve it because I’m having a very difficult time thinking nowadays (which is true in real life) and that my head is spinning and yada-yada. After a bit of back and forth, she ends with “You can still kiss me.”
At this point, I decide to give in, and I dive in to kiss her (as does she towards me), but I only got to brush her lips before I essentially woke up. What surprised me was how real it all felt. All of her movements, her appearance, everything was so subtle and realistic that I wonder if I had actually shared a dream with someone in real life. There were some inconsistencies of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream feel that real.
I nearly check mated Kasparov in a chess game, just to be woken up by the alarm.?
31. Who wouldn’t want to live in that dream?
Me and lego gandalf fight ghosts with axes.
Those dreams can be great, but they can make reality all the more crushing, too.
If you can recall a dream like this, share the details with us in the comments!