Tail end of dreams

Yes, very disappointing to find that gorgeous blonde has not got up and made breakfast.

I used to have very vivid, complicated dreams and still do, only I find I can rarely remember them within minutes of waking. This has only happened since DH died. I used to bore the socks off him recounting in minute detail my goings on in dreamland. Perhaps it's nature''s way of telling me what's the point of remembering as there's no one to tell? On the other hand it's probably because my brain is so full of other stuff, it just chucks out the rubbish

Me too Marmight and onky remember the last few mins on waking. I was a friend and advisor/ confidante of Henry Vlll last night! A man of course, as in dreams you can be either gender, and I was wearing really great clothes, velvet and fur etc.We were planning a 'progress' and going to stay in ( of all places) Swindon! There were a small group of us and we were discussing how many horses we may need for this enterprise.I think the horses bit came from a tv programme last night where the presenter and Sarah Cox fron the radio, looked at the ponies on Dartmoor. No idea where the other stuff comes from, tv or books no doubt.It is amazing how we store all these bits and bobs though.

Sorry about onky! only... Of course.

I had a dream/nightmare the other night. I've been debating if I should find a new hairdresser (IRL) and dreamt that I'd been in a couple of salons which were unsuitable. I crossed the road into yet another salon, and Barry Manilow got me into a gown and sat me down in front of the wall (no mirror!) He left me there for 20 minutes and then I stormed out!
? Don't have a clue where he came from!

I had a truly awful, very vivid one a couple of weeks ago - so awful that once I was fully awake I cried, and I couldn't put the images out of my head for days and days. I couldn't talk about it to DH because that would have put the images into his head too. Worst dream I've ever had.

My other half has vivid dreams, and insists on telling them to me. We all dream of course, but I can never remember any of mine, except one which was along time ago, and it was the same dream every night for what seemed like months, and really so unlikely that it was only possible in a dream.

H had such a horrid nightmare once that he was thrashing and screaming. He wouldn't talk about it as he said it was too awful to tell.
I too only remember the last few minutes when I wake but I can often relate my dreams hours later. Some of mine are really bizarre

I get so cross when I wake in the night with a vivid dream still fresh in my mind and I keep repeating key elements over and over to ensure I'll remember it later. Of course I never do . Last night it was something about an actor called Alan something. His second name was really unusual, and stupidly unlikely, something like Retbit or Rogwind. He was very famous and I spotted him playing a part in an old film when he was a young child and was saying, 'gosh, can't you still see it's him - that shock of red hair!' God knows what that was all about

I dream a lot always in glorious colour. A young solicitor I was working with years ago when the subject came up about dreams and I said mine were in colour he said -quick as a flash-that'll be all the drugs you took in the 60s!! Oh how I larfed!

When I was on an antidepressant, I had lengthy convoluted dreams which I could remember partly, all day. I used to think 'if I write down what I remember, I could put it together and write a book!'. Never did of course.

I have vividly coloured dreams which seem to go on for hours but I can hardly ever remember them on waking, except for the very scary ones which are usually on the same theme---having to walk down a staircase which is coming away from the wall or go over a bridge which has big gaps in it. Don't know where they come from--but I've always been afraid of heights.

I always have long complicated dreams which if I could remember them would make a good novel. I have never forgotten that when a child I frequently dreamed that there was a lion which I couldn't get past. I woke up terrified and called my mother but didn't tell her about the dream.

My dreams are so complicated and disjointed that they are usually very difficult to describe to anyone. A recurring theme of my dreams seems to be water,either water in a huge swimming pool and I am swimming leisurely lengths,or murky,dirty pond water that I am trying not to fall in. Depends on my state of mind I suppose. Another one is going on holiday,opening my case and finding I have either a)forgotten to pack anything at all or b)taken a load of scruffy old clothes,fit for the bin. Strangely enough,my late mum used to have a very similar dream. Are dream subjects hereditary?!

I dream that I'm
Just about to go on holiday but havent packed and I'll miss the plane. Or (and I was a teacher) that I haven't prepared a lesson , no idea what I should be teaching or where the classroom is, and of course it's an Ofsted inspection!
Another recurring dream is where I am improperly dressed in a public place like walking down a busy street in only a tiny vest which I keep trying to pull down to cover my embarrassment. The funny thing is , no-one except me seems to notice at all. Or I'm going to the loo in a public place like in a cubicle with no door in a restaurant. Actually I quite often have toilet dreams where I'm desperately looking for one and have to use it however insppropriate it is. But it brings no relief which is unsurprising as when I wake up I really am desperate! Like others I have very vivid dreams some of which I remember for ages. I bore my husband rigid by recounting them- he claims never to dream!

I often dream that I've moved, usually to a largish bed sit or flat and I have to completely clean and 're arrange it. I usually enjoy the task though, strangely enough.

My best dreams are the ones where I can alter the course of them, ie:
I dreamt that I was in the middle of a restaurant with no-one in sight. I started to panic a little because there was no way that I could get in or out. I then told myself that it was okay as it was only a dream and that I could do just what I wanted !
With that, I walked past the empty tables to the wall at the end. I then imagined a door, and it appeared instantly allowing me to leave, but then I woke up which was a bit frustrating as I really wanted to carry on reshaping my dream.
Unfortunately, these dreams are few and far between, but such fun.

Lucid dreams, (being a know all, I am!)

Polly Perkins - I frequently have a dream along similar lines. I dream I am busting for a wee then when I find a toilet it is either in a disgusting state (and I do mean REALLY disgusting,as in not been flushed for a week) or hasn't got a door on the cubicle! I invariably wake up desperately needing to wee.

I too have recurring dreams about wanting a wee and every toilet being disgusting or without a door, or that I am about to perform in a play and don't know any of my lines. My latest recurring dream is that I have bought and renovated a huge old house, and in a couple of the rooms the previous owner has left lots and lots of brand new stuff still in wrapping, such as bed linen, toys and books. There is also a secret second house at the bottom of the garden and the only way to get to it is by crawling along a pipe under the house. I'd love to know what it means.

Your dreams replicate mine. I am always searching for toilets. The small tunnels and having to crawl along them are supposed to be birth dreams. All my life I have been squeezing through tiny doorways or struggling up steep passageways. My mother had difficult and protracted births with all of her babies and so did I. I must ask DC if they have those kind of dreams too.

Throughout my middle age I regularly had a recurring dream where I was cleaning or redecorating our 'too small' house and was delighted to discover a hidden door or stair which gave access to a dusty but spacious room or two. I would set to with gusto to furnish, decorate and use this new found space but invariably before I had completed the work I would discover yet another room and another until the whole thing became a nightmare, quite beyond my ability to cope with it, financially or timewise. I would wake up in a panic, and far from being relieved that 'it was only a dream' that 'inability to cope feeling' would plague me for days afterwards.

Perhaps it is not surprising that the dream did not recur after I retired?

Wow! Granny23!! I've had that dream for decades and I love it! In mine, the hidden rooms were a bit decrepit so I was always afraid I would fall through the floor or the rooms couldn't be fixed, but it was so exciting to find more rooms. When my parents were alive, I used to dream they were in the rooms too!
PS; I never manage to finish the reburbishments either !

Hee-hee, we have all had those searching for a loo dreams! yes, either so disgusting you can't possibly use them or a big public what look like a set of loos, but are really showers, no toilets in sight.It's your brain's way of alerting you to the fact that you need a wee, but stopping you from actually doing one!
I also have the dream of secret rooms , often quite a lot of them, bedrooms and bathrooms usually, all very dusty and a bit sinister.