I love 90% of my dreams; sometimes, even the scary ones can be fun because they give my mind a chance to experience something even though it could never actually happened. There are a couple that have always stuck with me, though.

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The dream I've had that's left the biggest impression on me was when I was about ten. I was in a smallish, round chamber; the walls were gold, with little disc-shaped emblems decorating them all over the place. The floor was brighter than the rest of the room, even though there was no light source or even a door to be found. Before I knew what was going on, there was this blue light that completely enveloped me. I never knew what it was exactly or what it meant, but I do remember that I tried to have the dream again. However, instead of landing in the chamber like I wanted to, I was in a chamber of similar shape below the place I wanted to be. Unfortunately A) the chamber I was in was below where I wanted to be B) there were still no apparent exits or entrances and C) the chamber I was in was full of water. I didn't drown in the dream; I just woke up. I had the dream again quite a few times afterward, but always in the water - I never got back to the gold room, and I never figured out what the blue light was. I still kind of want to. :O


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Second-best to the previous dream was a strange one that I had during the winter a couple of year ago. It was snowy in the dream, and I was standing on the edge of this high cliff with a friend. I'm not sure who the friend was, in the dream, but I knew it was someone really encouraging. I jumped off the edge of the cliff, and suddenly had wings, which I put to use. It was awesome - the whole thing was super peaceful. It was one of those all-five-senses dreams; I could feel the wind and the cold and everything.


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My all-time most disturbing dream was, I kid you not, about being chased by a killer scarecrow. I was in my great grandpa's yard with my friend Hope, investigating this gigantic hole in the ground. Hope disappeared so I went to the front lawn to look for her, whereon I discovered a scarecrow ambling about with a butcher's knife. Naturally this made me nervous, so I bolted to the backyard again. I waited for a little while, then tried to cut through the garage... Lo and behold, the scarecrow leaped out at me. The end result was me attempting to run, my voice not working when I tried to scream, etc. It wasn't exactly realistic, but it was so vivid that it put me at a fairly high anxiety level for quite a while, and even now scarecrows kind of creep me out. For reference, I'd date this at at least three years ago. Thanks, subconscious.


I have a lot of flight-centric dreams, which is probably a by-product of the fact that I think about flying pretty consistently. Sometimes my dreams do get annoying though - most of the time, my nightmares are morbid (like the dreams I've had where I've poisoned my cat or decapitated someone with my bare hands) but they don't stick with me. Every once in a while, though, I have a really vivid dream that screws with my perception of reality. For instance, I once had a dream that I was in a particular movie and it was a scary situation, and for about three days afterward seeing anything about that movie made me very nervous. It can be a really distracting phenomenon. :O