Sometimes I wake up and try to go back to sleep to go back to the dream. But it just wouldn't come back to me. I also see people in my dreams from other dreams. There like a figment of my imagination. I have never seen these people in real life but only in dreams. Sometimes my dreams are great other times not. I rather believe the great ones are real not the bad ones by any means.

The dream is about a strange school. Not any school where the bell rings, people walk out, chat, grab a snack, bell rings, go back to class. It's a dream that when the bell rings, everyone comes out but its dead silent. Then randomly an alarm will go off. Everyone freezes and don't even talk. They don't even blink. These people will come out completely dressed in red and take the kids who talk or move. Its quite freaky and horrifying as it feels real. After the people in red leave, everyone starts doing something, whether its chatting, walking, or grieving for their friends who were taken.

This dream reoccurs every night for the past 4 days and every time it does it picks up where it left off, almost like a TV show.

I have some bad dreams that I remember as well but in some of the dreams something bad happens and it feels real, but when I wake up I feel that what I dreamed about could possibly happen. I don't like those kind of dreams cause then I usually will wake up in the middle of the night cause of the dreams and don't go back to bed.

One such dream was sometime at the beginning of seventh grade. I had borrowed a bass from the orchestra class so that I would be able to practice at home. That night, I dreamed that I had somehow destroyed the instrument by getting it wet, whether in a lake or pond, I'm not sure. It seemed to be in the desert, so there wasn't any greenery either. The landscape isn't important, though, as I was convinced that the bass I had borrowed was ruined.

When I awoke for the next day of school, the first thing I did, as foolish as I knew it was, was check that the instrument was still there. Tamryn called me stupid, and I was surprised by how such a silly dream could manage to affect the me in reality. Dreams really are fascinating things.

There are times that I do remember my dreams. Some of them have stuck with me since I was younger and I don't really know why but some do. And its like random ones too. Not really anything important. But now that I'm older, I remember dreams more but only if I really try to think about them. Dreams are a cool thing and I've always wondered how or why we have them and what causes us to dream about the certain things we dream about.

The Dream I remembered the most, in theory, was with my future husband. It was a cold winter day. I was in a log cabin, the fire lighting up the room. My eyes went to the window and spotted the snow falling down in a forest. I was no longer in Overton. The lights from the christmas tree gleamed across the room, the balls flickering in the firelight. The first ever Dr. Seuss' the Grinch was playing on the part where the Grinch is slithering like a serpent in between the presents as, 'You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch' is playing in the background. My hands rubbed against the blanket I was wrapped in, the warmth coming not from the fire, but from the person sitting beside me. A man, with a chiseled black beard, and a red sweater sat beside me. Strong jaw-line, a beautiful smile he gave me before I fell asleep in the dream and woke up in reality.

Most of my dreams are good ones. While I do not remember them I still remember that the general mood of the dream. Such as if the dream was scary I would remember that. If the dream was happy I would remember it as a happy or good dream. I sometimes have repeat dreams where it is the same dream or a continued version of a dream I had before. Usually when I notice this in a dream I wake up as I know I am in a dream.

I've never had a dream so vivid that I've confused it with reality. I have had multiple dreams where I've realized that I was dreaming, but when that does happen, I can't do much to change the course of the dream. I have had dreams where when I woke up, it felt like the dream was more real than the actual world when I'm awake. Dreams are strange.

At other times when I dreamed, I believed the dream was real even after I woke up. An example is one time when I was really young, I had a dream that my dog had a whole bunch of puppies. This dream seemed so realistic that when I woke up I ran downstairs to go play with her puppies, but only after I saw she had none, I realized it was a dream.

I have never felt certain that I was in a dream or if it was real. I always just explore my dreams when I have them. A lot of times I will wake up thinking that I am still in the dream or wake up wanting to stay in the dream. I also have very scary dreams where I want to leave that dream. These dreams I am able to remember even though I don't want to.

When I do dream its mostly about the movies that I have recently watched. Such as when I watched a real life documentary about someone winning the lottery I won the lottery. In my dream that night I would be in a gas station with a scratch off card winning a million dollars. I decided to spend my money on a boat and take it out to the lake. Then I got stranded on a Beach when we ran out of fuel. At this point my alarm went off for school canceling the dream. That was the last dream that I remember.

This used to startle me but now I don't really care. I would always have this consisting dream of pitch black darkness and floating furniture. I think about this dream a lot. Sometimes it's even enjoyable to go through my writings about my dreams even if they are embarrassing.

It just feels too real or it feels to good to not be a dream. So sometimes even if it is a zombie apocalypse I still feel like it is real life.

Dreaming is something that everyone does and for everyone it is different. For me I feel like all my dreams should be real. So basically I feel like most of my dreams are real.

Even though sometimes the dream is not realistic at all, I think it's real. I think that this is because you are sleeping, so you don't really care about the laws of nature. I have definitely had my share of weird dreams. I have never had a lucid dream though. I have never been in a state where I can control the dream at all. I'm just along for the ride.

However, some dreams can be freedom from what is actually happening. For example, when I was nine and my mom was almost dead from cancer, I had a dream where she was walking and talking at my family's new years party. This dream made me happy in a time of horrible dispare. It also gave me hope that I could still be happy after her passing. Dreams like this madder and really affect ones point of view. So what if you get a nightmare or an unwanted situation, because those don't madder like some do.

It was somewhere freezing. Probably a Antarctica or Alaska. My brother and I were ice fishing on a frozen lake. I was reeling in a fish when my brother fell through the ice. Almost immediately I dove in to save him. I was struggling to keep myself up let alone another person. Luckily I got him out. Unluckily we both had hypothermia and were sent to the hospital.

I hear of dreams that are magical and stunning but in my dream I almost died. I also have heard that dreams can predict what will happen. I hope that this doesn't happen to me. Maybe I'll have a dream that I get a million dollars. Overall, dreams are interesting and sometimes scary.

The thing about dreams is that you can control them. The night prior to the dream that my mom and I both had we watched a movie. We watched a movie and someone locked himself in a closet. We just assumed it was from that and that's why we had the same dream. In conclusion dreams are weird and can be based on from anything you watch to anything you do to the day prior or they could be completely random as well.

For example some summers we go on trips to Florida by plane. A few nights before we were leaving for the trip, I had a pretty terrifying dream. It was about all of my family and I going on the plane, but while we were on the plane, it crashed into the ocean and we all drowned. This is a very realistic dream and could happen while going on planes. It scared me a lot and during the dream it was hard to tell if I was dreaming or not because of how real it seemed. When it was time for the trip, I was still kind of scared to go on the plane because of that very realistic dream I had and its even thinking it could be a possibility of this happening. It was crazy to think how it was only a dream because it seemed so real.

When I got home I told my sister how happy I was that the chicken was back and she told me it wasn't. I went outside and checked. She was correct. That is when I realized that I had dreamed that text into existence and not really gotten it. The next day on the afternoon bus ride home I got a text from my mom exactly like the one in my dream and the chicken was back where it belonged alive and well. I don't often remember my dreams but when I remember my dreams I remember them.

I don't really remember my dreams, yet when I wake up I don't remember sleeping. I sleep, and it feels so real, the actions and the thoughts. They make me feel awake, on the edge of the universe. I wake, then I can't remember a thing from the experience, just on the edge of remembering what happened the happiness slips just out of reach. Why is it that we remember nightmares, but the good and happy dreams are impossible to remember? Just on the edge of sleep, you start to dream, then you wake up and it doesn't feel like you have just slept hours, dreams, I can't remember.

But there is this one time It took me a while to figure out if it was really a dream or not. It started all when I was snowboarding up at Brian Head and I wasn't focusing on where my snowboard was so I flipped and hit my head. When I was heading back to the ski lift I started remembering all my dreams from last night but I could kinda see them happening mentally and physically... At the end of the ski lift, I felt lost and weirdly got off early and almost fell. I held on while my brother Miles almost didn't get off the ski lift because the ski left started going back around. But It was all good. Then back in the ski resort, I felt like I was in a dream and would burst out laughing any second. I remember asking these people if they also felt like they were in a dream but they just looked at me weirdly. So evenly I decided I should probably not ride for the rest of the day

I don't usually remember my dreams but when I do I can tell it's a dream. Once I have a very memorable dream. I dreamt about a future football career. In the dream, I was a running back for the Raiders and It was going well for the first half then they tied with us until the last quarter and they were one touchdown ahead of us and it was the last play of the game. Our team decided to do a run play for the game-winner I was up to run it in for a touchdown the quarterback said hike and we stared. I was passed the ball and started running and two defenders were trying to stop me I was going to get tackled then they were blocked by our team. I ran as fast as I could I was right at the end zone and I got tackled but I still, made it in and we won the game.