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Mine are generally quite bizarre and i dont think much of them other than it being an alternate world (other conscious state)
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Sometimes they do……
Other times I think they’re nonsense
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My partner said those who are creative also often have creative dreams. Don’t know how true that is but it’s true for me. I don’t think they mean anything though.
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Mine are generally realistic and deal with the day to day issues I’m dealing with. Maybe I put too much importance on them.
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Like my dream last night:
Got put on house arrest by this russian mafia. It was a sweet house but i couldnt leave. I kept negotiating the length of the prison term. I was hoping for days but they wanted 50 years but i got them down to a few years. Then they wanted me to specialize in biology and would pay for my schooling lol.
I was aware it was a dream but i wasnt quite able to turn the dream in my favor so it resulted in endless negotiation 
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My dreams are always negative… I blame my meds.
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My dreams always mean something, even if it just means my brain is taking out the trash 
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I love my dreams, even my nightmares, but i don’t think they mean anything but giving me another dimension - very often an inspiring, dramatic dimension full of love and violence.
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i rarely remmebr my dreams. when i do they are okay. wearing a nicotine patch at night can give me horrible dreams. i dreamt last week that something horrible was happening to me nd then i awoke. at one point in my 20’s i dreamt my legs were being fed into a machine and devoured. i was working at the power plant then. it is usually night in my dreams. i dream about the ocean. i dream about the house i grew up in. i don’t know. i don’t know what i really dream of. i am noticing problems with memory these past years. feeling senile since i was about 27 years old. 33 maybe? i don’t know. there are dreams from my false memories of waking up next to a virtual stranger and talking about how i was dreaming of driving around in a blue van with these kids i didn’t know and how i knew this was who i once used to be. recently used to be. this house was in like Revear and had fake grass carpeting on the front steps and i was scraping chrystals from a pot on the stove. ad naseum for a month and a half.
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