I had a dream last night that I was reunited with my grade 4 best friend. We lost contact after i moved to another school. In my dream we hung out like old times. I'm now in college and I wish we were still best friends.

I dreamt last night that me and my friends were at a party and we all wore the same shirt with cherries on it. Horrifying.

My dreams terrify me, epically the one where I help people kill me, but they still are dreams to me, not nightmares, which may be the scariest part...

The dreams I remember were either scary ones I had as a child, filled with monsters, or terrible ones that I wish to not remember, but do. I do not wish to recount those dreams anymore.

Once I had a dream that my dad, brother and myself were trying to find something on an island. Stumbling across a cave, all three of us decided to embark on a journey through these dark caverns. We were discovered by a race of locust/ape/machine like creatures and chased out of the cave. Racing out of the cave we ran to the edge of the island and swam off towards home. I don't remember how we got back or how quickly but I awoke in the dream inside my house (or a huge mansion like version of it). I had an eerie feeling and so I went for a walk outside. I was staring at the silouette off my house agianst the moon and without warning, all of the lights in the house turned on. Somehow I knew this was caused by a haunting within the house. Out of bravery I went inside and managed to turn off half of the lights, but i got too scared so I left in my car. I drove around and found a Tim Horton's so I parked out back and walked through the back door. The small shop had conveyor belts running coffee all over the store and as I walked through the back into the front I said hi to one of my former Tim's co-worker. I ordered a coffee and walked out... and that's when I woke up.

Once I had a dream that I was chasing and fighting people with my sidekick (or maybe I was sidekick...) to find the leader of the bad guys ... or ninjas. Finally, after much fighting, we had made it into a room with just us (me and my sidekick or leader) and the ultimate bad guy...or ninja. We began trash talking each other, and after many rude words had been exchanged a little person walked into the room. The bad guy immediately turned to him and whispered the little guys name maliciously, "Footer!" Then from out of nowhere my sidekick/leader morphed with the little person to create a little person with HUGE feet...Apparently this is why the bad guy called him "Footer." Needless to say the fighting ensued and I was then rudely awaken for work.

I used to dream that one day I would be a great movie director... now I work in an office. The dream is still there, just on hold for the moment...

As I kid, I used to have these dreams of me floating over my own body when I had the flu. I would hover in the corner of the room as light as a feather while these boulders came crashing down on my body below. I felt the blows of each rock, but they were soft.

I have a small journal that I use to record dreams. I found it last night, with about five or six written down. I remember all but one vividly, the oldest being several years old. It just goes to show that old dreams never die.