Ask Lemmy

I have incredibly wild and vivid dreams, a handful of times a year.

My most recent one is one that has repeated a handful of times. I am in Portland for some reason and there is a restaurant with a large gravel lot.

I park and I walk up to the restaurant to order a hot dog and Colin Melloy from the Decemberists shows up. His hair is about shoulder length, he's wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a plaid shirt. And he puts on an open air concert out in the gravel lot for free for everyone who just happens to be stopping by this particular hot dog stand.

He played songs from the Crane Wife album, which was pretty cool.

I've had other dreams where I've led choirs of priests and nuns on a musical rampage throughout New York City, singing a song I've never heard before and have not heard since as like this massive musical number.

I've had dreams where I Fight evil villains on spaceships with laser swords only to find out that the villain was my cousin.

I've had dreams where it's the 80s and I am a white guy that wears white suits and sunglasses and I'm rich and I drive a red sports car that's a convertible and I have a lot of money and that dream. I told myself, oh yeah, I've got to make that big purchase in the morning. I better put $50,000 under my bed so it'll be there when I wake up. And then I woke up in the real world and immediately looked under my bed to realize that it was a dream and I've never been more upset to wake up in my life.

I've had dreams where I'm in a dark room being assaulted by demons, being told all the horrible things that there are about me, and I'm trapped to a chair, and like I'm praying to get out of this situation, and the demon laughs at me, and he flicks his finger, and while I'm stuck to the chair, it lifts up onto one leg and starts spinning around and around faster and faster and faster, trying to get my hands to unclass from prayer as the demon laughs in the darkness.

And I've had a recurring dream throughout most of my life, well two recurring dreams throughout most of my life, one of which is where I'm standing in an infinitely large black room on a small little pedestal, and there is a glowing, blue, thin strand of string that serves as a tightrope between here and the end of infinity, and i become aware that I am supposed to walk this tightrope.

Somewhere out beyond the darkness are a tribunal of judges who are watching me and watching my performance, as I take one step onto the string, and then I take the second step, and I realize I have to balance, and I immediately fall, and as I'm falling and I'm plummeting through infinite darkness, I hit the ground, and in real life I wake up, and my entire body convulses and bounces on the bed.

The other one that I have is there is a town, and the town has rolling green fields and sunflowers and wooden fences and white houses and paved roads intersecting through it that wind back and forth and I am driving in an old beat up blue Ford truck with the wooden slats on the truck bed. And, as I drive through the town people stop and wave at me and I wave at them because I am making a delivery and they know me and I know them and I get to drive back and forth in this beautiful, serene, peaceful, perfect town full of happiness.

It's fun until someone cuts your arm with a sword during medieval battle, you wake up but you can't move and can't feel your arm so you lay on the battlefield for a while.

I have a personal hypothesis, born out of studies I read a long time ago and haven't kept up with nor really bothered to research more (so take it with a grain of salt), that dreams are two things happening at once:

•Your brain organizing your memories of everything that happened that day, including every thought you had even if it doesn't have a physical event attached to it.

•Your imagination adding as much of a cohesive story as it can to those often times unrelated memories.

I always picture it like still images that change rapidly one after the other, sort of like flipbooks, and then your "conscious" mind trying to keep up with it, finding no logic, and creating a storyline instead.

I've found myself lucid dreaming before, and despite being in control and knowing it's a dream, I'm still asleep, so I end up making dumb choices or playing along with my dream.

The dreams I remember tend to be strangest/goofiest ones or the ones that had some emotional impact on me. However, when I analyze them while awake, I realize that there was a lot of extra "content" that I didn't add or doesn't fit into the dream. Like how somehow the place and the people I'm with change every "scene".

Sometimes I wake up with a phrase resonating inside my head, with that feeling you get in your mouth when tou want to say something. And since I'm bilingual, I've had dreams with both languages happening at once. Hell, I've even had dreams where I'm speaking Japanese "fluently" (i.e. it feels fluent in the dream but I know it must be gibberish, since I don't speak the language).

Sometimes they help me face subconscious anxieties, sometimes they give me solutions to problems I'm having IRL, but more often than not, it's like I'm watching the randomest movie ever. And I do think they're a "window or the subconscious" but not in the sense I think you're asking. Since they're memories and imagination, it is your subconscious that is choosing to focus on specific aspects or the storyline you create. So, analyzing them can help to see what's going inside that blob of fat we call brain.

Tl;dr: they feel like when you're fantasizing/daydreaming but a lot less cohesive, and can be helpful every now and then.

I don't know how dreams happen to people with aphantasia, and I know my explanation would be wildly different for them, but that's how I see dreams.