Vivid dreams suck

All my vivid dreams are awesome. There was one where I went biking with friends to a town of lion-people. They were quite friendly.

I thought this read "Vivaldi Dreams Suck" at first and wondered what was so bad about that.

I had two fucking night terrors last night. Fuck I hate those.

I hate those too. Dreams can be very weird at times. It's a pity that the majority of them vanish from your mind shortly after you wake. Sometimes, if I'm dreaming of something that's a really cool idea or concept, I write it down immediately after I wake up. That way, you'll never ever forget it. You'd be surprised at what your mind can conjure up in dreams and the further ideas that you can then chain from that. You can think up some great level ideas for video games.

I had a dream this morning that I was a cannibal and was peering in to my fridge, trying to decide who to eat for breakfast.

You should have tried peeing into your fridge first.

I haven't had a vivid dream, or even a boring dream, in ages. Going to have start stealing them from others soon.

I've found that taking low doses of Methylin during the day can produce some pretty interesting and vivid dreams if you can get your hands on it.

I actually used to take it for ADD some years ago. I don't remember whether or not it affected my dream activity.

No, dreams are awesome (well i think), cause flying,transforming and more...

My dreams usually result in being pursued by zombies, while my limbs move as though running through treacle. I wake up exhausted. Not sure if this means anything.

Yup. That^.

I dream about my own death constantly. Have you ever been a head explodonated from a body sitting on a sidewalk? It's awful.

I've been shot in the head and felt the contents of my skull dropping through the roof of my mouth and slowly losing sensation in my entire body. That was pretty bad.

Last night I had a dream where everyone kept telling me I was handsome. Just like real life really.

Aww, he thinks his dreams are real.

The dreams I hate are where I can't open my bleeding eyes.

I barely have good dreams. Most of my dreams have a very surreal sort of feel to them - they're exactly like reality, but everything that I fear might go wrong in reality does go wrong in my dreams (and they often involve me being savaged by dogs because I am unable to move quickly enough to evade them). Usually, if I become conscious that I'm dreaming, I get sleep paralysis. Horrible experience.

i remember one where i was standing over a dead body, and for some reason decided to do the 'smokin'!' face from The Mask. except i stuck my jaw out so far whilst doing it that i heard it crack and my jaw sort of snapped in two. then it just hung off my face.

i had another where i was avoiding sharks by jumping onto floating mattresses in a stepping-stone style (i have no idea). my leg slipped into the water and a shark bit into it. the pain was very real and i remember thinking "but this is just a dream?" then i woke up and found that i had gotten my leg stuck between the wall and the bed, and i was twisting it.

but i also have dreams that consist of tripping over and then waking up. boy, do i love those.

A few years ago I had the strangest string of sequential dreams. 2 nights ago something reminiscent of one of those dreams happened and I was scared fucking shitless.

I had a dream last night about being in a pen with goats. I was being playfully rammed by a tiny goatling. I then tried to stop it and met the fury of it's mother.

I had one of those, except I fell off the moon.

Yes, I fell off The Moon.

I plummeted through various atmospheric layers, and woke up just as my back made contact with the grass in my back garden.

Did you whole body shudder on impact?

why do i find the moon so funny? if anyone mentions the moon in a sarcastic or surreal manner, i can't help but snigger like an early teen in Sex Ed.

Thankfully I woke up at exactly the same time as I would have collided with the ground, otherwise I might have had a Nightmare On Elm Street situation going on.

I have dreams where I'm running away from some unseen horror and I'm moving impossibly slow... they freak the shite out of me.

As a small child, I used to dream that African cannibals were chasing after me with big masks and spears. I remember trying to run across the grass, but I wasn't even able to move at a walking pace.