Do you have sweet dreams?

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Is there really such a thing as sweet dreams?
My wife said she used to have sweet dreams about shopping with her mother but not any more.
I can probably count on one hand the times that I ever had a good or sweet dream.
But just thinking about it I did have one a while back and it was about food.
I don’t remember much about it now except for the fact that it was pleasant and that it was about the kinds of food that I like.
Does that say something about me?
 

Seems like it was a good dream. Maybe it says you were hungry, or missed having dessert. :)
Now and then I have a really good dream about someone in the family, or my wife, then try to go back to sleep right quick and finish it, but it won't return.
My worst dreams are about different events, but they often have one thing in common: I'm wiith strangers, and far away from home - trying to find my way back. It's such a relief to wake up from one of those.
 
My brain is unusual, as I dream 100% of the time I am asleep, even if just for moments. I have a vast range of dreams including pleasant dreams like fishing, skiing, and talking to attractive women that like me. More common are dreams within massive corporate multifloor buildings where I am involved in career hardware electronics work.
 
If I sleep without waking from one, I figure I was having good ones if I was dreaming.
Bad ones wake me startled and I know when I have one of those.
The last good dream I do remember was riding my horse on a long dirt country road at a slow
gallop, just listening to his breath and feeling the wind in my hair. That was years ago.
 
Mine are often really strange dreams, but usually not unpleasant ones. The last dream I had, I was at the house I grew up in , back in Idaho, and had gone to the house next door to check and make sure everything was okay, since my neighbor, Joy , was not at home.
For some reason, I climbed in a small side window, with a large backpack and some kind of a big book that I was reading. Her house was fine, and I settled down by the kitchen table and was reading my book, and then decided it was time to go back home again.
I crawled back out the window, backpack and all, and walked out to her front gate just as she was arriving home.

For some reason, then I didn’t want her to know I had been inside the house, so I just said I was checking to make sure it was safe but didn’t say I had crawled through the window. Then, I realized that i had forgotten the book i was reading inside her house, so i went back in with her to find my book, but I never did find it, and then I woke up.

It was just such a strange dream. My friend , Joy, was like a sister to me because we grew up as next door neighbors, so dreaming about her was a good dream, even if I was breaking into her house through the window (and wearing a backpack).
 
I don't usually remember my dreams. I often fall asleep while reading my Kindle. Sometimes I dream then ... a continuation of the story I've been reading. Then it veers away from the storyline in the book and I realize I'm dreaming and wake up.

When I took German in college, I dreamed in German. The weird part was that I understood what everyone else said. I guess it was from growing up listening to German being spoken from time to time. When my Tante Helga visited, I loved to curl up on the couch and take a nap, falling asleep to the sound of my mom and my Tante Helga speaking in German.
 
I rarely have what I would call "sweet dreams". Most of them are challenging, in fact. Up until recently I typically dreamt I was at a conference or in an office where I was confronted with difficulties like finding my hotel room, arriving late, having no flights home, am unprepared for a presentation, etc. And I was very buttoned-up when I was working. Fortunately they seem to have stopped.

However, recently I had a dream that there was a family reunion that I wasn't invited to. I was staying right next door and discovered it. All my relatives were laying down getting massages. My own mother and most other relatives yelled at me to leave and told me I wasn't welcome there. One aunt grabbed my hand, cried and told me to stay. I woke up distressed.

I typically remember all my dreams. I'm way overdue for a sweet dream.
 
My dreams always seem to have the same scenario about the cabin we had for years but had to sell 6 years ago. I dream I go back,
And make sure the new owners are not there. I go in and make myself at home but constantly worry they will find me there! Usually I
Wake myself up talking in my sleep.
 
Some of my dreams are definitely sweet. Just lightweight & pleasant.

Other dreams seem to me to be opportunities to work through difficult relationships I had with specific people in past decades, including during my childhood and young adulthood. Some dreams are involved with better ways to handle types of situations that were once difficult for me (these can sometimes be situations that were recurrent in my life 30 or 40 years ago).
 
I have Cecil B. DeMille, cast-of-thousands Hollywood epics that quite often leave me exhausted.

They're interspaced with weird "little" dreams that leave me thinking, "What the HELL was that all about?"

Those kinds of dreams usually consist of something like this: I'm walking down a winding road and I find a green baby. Then the aliens land and they and some evil CIA agents are looking for the baby. To protect the baby, I hole up in a cave with a talking bear, an armadillo who is the reincarnation of Mahatma Gandhi and a wombat that's channeling Elvis.

For some reason, I speak fluent Hindi, as does the bear (to be truthful, his Hindi is better than his English), so we all get along just fine. We do have to translate for Elvis, though, and he has a hard time getting the jokes. The baby has nothing to say, but he does glow in the dark, which comes in handy in the cave.

I'd LOVE to dream about raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Really, I would. Truly.
 
jujube said:
I have Cecil B. DeMille, cast-of-thousands Hollywood epics that quite often leave me exhausted.

They're interspaced with weird "little" dreams that leave me thinking, "What the HELL was that all about?"

Those kinds of dreams usually consist of something like this: I'm walking down a winding road and I find a green baby. Then the aliens land and they and some evil CIA agents are looking for the baby. To protect the baby, I hole up in a cave with a talking bear, an armadillo who is the reincarnation of Mahatma Gandhi and a wombat that's channeling Elvis.

For some reason, I speak fluent Hindi, as does the bear (to be truthful, his Hindi is better than his English), so we all get along just fine. We do have to translate for Elvis, though, and he has a hard time getting the jokes. The baby has nothing to say, but he does glow in the dark, which comes in handy in the cave.

I'd LOVE to dream about raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Really, I would. Truly.
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Gosh, jujube, that made my morning! ☺️
 
Actually, my worst dreams aren't the cowboys vs aliens ones, but dreams of being back at work. As usual, I'm responsible for something I have absolutely no control over and, equally usual, it has turned into a sh!t show.

The Spousal Equivalent says he hears me frequently muttering, " It's just a dream...it's just a dream..."

Those kind of dreams scare me a lot more than the epics.
 
When I awoke about 5am this morning, I made a point for the sake of this active dream thread, of immediately remembering at least the end before it faded. When dreaming, our Central Nervous System (brain + spinal cord) disconnects that area from our Peripheral Nervous System, sense and motor controls. So our brains confabulate with our cognitive executive control pilot moving about within memory brain areas. Such seems real because when we are awake, that is the same nervous system area of our conscious awareness. After awaking, I can only ever recall the end phase of dreams. Our brains contain chemical structures with persistence. Moment to moment, our mammal creature memories don't instantly disappear but rather decay gradually over seconds to minutes.

I had been dreaming for at least an hour since I last awoke around 3:30am. Was in a multistory building. In the distance was a large thunderstorm with lightning, thunder, and in all my dreams with such storms, probable tornadoes. Note although I've live most of my life here in Northern California, I have also lived in Ohio a couple years, a year in Mississippi, and months in Connecticut and Texas. It was in Ohio that I had most tornado experiences that have become an element of my dreams.

In my dream, the distant storm was rather aesthetic, so began setting up my digital mirrorless camera gear. My dreams often change to photography, capturing aesthetic landscapes since I've been doing such for many decades. Oddly, I rarely ever reach the point of taking camera shots because going through all the setup operations is too complex within dreams that always frustratingly within dreams takes endless time. So I don't finish usually due to confabulation, what had looked awesome, changes. All too soon the storm was too close with sprinkling beginning.

For some odd reason I confabulated there was a war going on with enemy troops moving in. Instead of remaining in the building where soldiers were sure to enter, I went outside then down a shallow ravine in the canyon within chaparral towards a spot I had visited much earlier in the dream that had an overhanging semi cave-like erosion rock formation. I never reached that spot and woke up. I may have confabulated into the war because like the tornados, is within amygdala brain memory danger zone.
 

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