As far as I can remember I have always dreamt; better, still, I can nearly remember all of my dreams. Even if I have forgotten one dream, once I start remembering some of my dreams, the rest come cascading down the waterfall of my memory, with "oh, yeah, now I remember...". The very earliest dream I can remember was what I felt was a nightmare, and what my Dad categorized as just a symptom of being sick, though I cannot remember being sick during that time. The dream consisted of standing in darkness, a black, light-less void that hugged, even suffocated. What made it a nightmare was this thing in the darkness. It moved fast and slow, simultaneously; and I felt the wrongness of this movement to my very core, and it frightened me. It was like a blob, that could shape itself, and move in any direction. I couldn't see it, I could only feel the terror it emitted. This wasn't the last time that I had these dreams; they would recur every now and then, but I think I developed a method of forcing it away from me; of not allowing it to stay and frighten me.
I also think this might correlate with an episode that I had when we were in the same house. I would wake my parents with a blood-curdling scream that something was outside of the house, staring at me. My Dad grew tired of my screams and being woken up, so one night, after my screaming, he dragged me outside and all around the house (literally kicking and screaming), to prove that nothing was there. My parents tell me that after that moment, the screaming had stopped.
Though I have not had nightmares since I was that age, I have had a series of dreams that are all linked together. Now, I understand what lucid and prophetic dreams are, as I have had them. I also recognize the 'blah' dreams that just recount everything. These other dreams, however, are quite different. It like a completely different city that I have always lived in, that I know nearly every inch of it.
These are all places within my dreams:
There is a shopping area that I routinely go back to and either window shop or try to buy food from the food court (interestingly, I usually opt for the sub sandwich shop or the Chinese food, though there is always a sweet shop connected to it, with really big white chocolate macadamia cookies). I will say that this was a shopping area, mall, that had been blown apart by an RPG, but an unknown source, but was rebuilt by the time it reappeared in a dream, many dreams later.
There is a beach, where I have occasionally had to deal with a series of tsunamis that grow bigger and bigger with each wave, but just by holding on, and holding my breath, I survive each one. I also just walk along the beach for no other reason, just to do so.
A university is situated near the downtown area that I, in my dreams, stayed in the dorm rooms. A nice arboretum!
The downtown itself, is very unique, but not. There are stores, I love the bookstores, like I do when I am awake. I routinely walk or drive through downtown to get around.
Hotels, museums, parks, architecturally historical buildings. There is an airport that I can reach, but the highways are always over the ocean, and must be driven at the right speed, as they are a bit dangerous. I have routinely dropped someone off at the airport, bought a ticket and waited for the plane, but I never actually boarded the plane.
I know every inch of that city. I know where to go if I want to go to the cinema, though I never watch a movie; I know where the restaurants are and how to get to them in a car.
Amusement parks, a military base with barracks, and little inner-city parks.
Travelling outside of the city: mountains, deserts, lakes and rivers with boats and even those paddle-boats.
There is even weather: tornadoes, mostly. Sunny days, rainy days, cloudy days. And nights.
Even while I am trying to focus on what these dreams consisted of, I remember clearly many other dreams, surfacing and demanding that they, too, be included in this recount of dreams (knowing that I never talk about these dreams).
What interests me, and befuddles me, is the vividness and complexity of these places. Their interconnected-ness over a series of dreams I have had all my life and continue to have (the most recent was looking for sushi at a cafeteria, and being really upset that they ran out, and the fact that it looked like a soggy white mess).
I know this is long reading, but if anyone has an idea; that would be lovely!