I can pretty much always remember my dreams. I pretty much always dream in color. Sometimes (maybe if I had caffiene or anything sugary before sleeping) they are far more animated and dynamic. I can even recall my dreams being so defined (since I'm a natural observer of detail) that I can even remember the smell and feel of the air. Wierd, huh. Oddly, sometimes I remember sort of trying to work out if I'm dreaming or not during the dream. The fun thing is, there's been times I actually realize I'm dreaming and I actually think to myself, "hey, I can do anything I want now!" I'd do crazy stuff, but the first thing I'd usually do it run outside and fly. Just run, hold out my arms and soar. God, I love those dreams.
I've not dreamed of Tron that I remember, though I'm surprised I haven't. I probably will now that it's been pointed out.
But, I've dreamt of nearly everything else, from finding cool Star Wars figures that don't exist all the way to driving somewhere, getting out and then picking up my car and carrying it under my arm.
But, all-time award winning nightmare subject matter... tornadoes. We live in the heart of tornado alley and we've had our share of close calls. The tornados that passed through downtown Fort Worth missed us by a knat's wing. A different time a mere funnel cloud pass overhead and our neighbor's house's chimney blew clean off and landed in our driveway. Squeezing together in our hall closet is a springtime ritual 'round here. With that kind of repetitious humbling reality it seems like a natural inevitibility for it to be the subject for bad dreams. Since I'm not easily frightened by man or beast I rarely have dreams that I'm a victim of them; I usually end up on top. But the tornado has us effectively under it's power lock, stock and barrel, so heebie-jeebies are due. I can count on a good tornado nightmare about once every other month. My wife says if I have one, I'll go "mmm .... mmmmmm.... hummm...." and she'll quickly wake me up, ask "tornado?" and I'll say "yep... thanks." zzzzzzzz...
I find dreaming so very interesting though. I don't mean the crud about "what it means" or any other psycho-babble. I mean just that they exist and how they work and how they present themselves and the mystique of them.
My sister was a sleep-walker. She'd look wide awake but be sound asleep. THAT is some creepy stuff! By the time I'd realize she was even doing it she'd be usually going back to sleep. One time, I realized right off and asked her some questions to see what she was dreaming. When she sleep walks it's like I'm brought into her dream. She thought we were at the beach cabin with her friends all around us. The more I asked her, the more confused she became, almost like her brain was battling between the dream and the reality. Totally fascinating! She eventually just went back to sleep and remembered nothing the next day. She finds it as cool when everyone tells her about them, like it scares her sort of.
he he he!
One time she came walking through the kitchen picking her feet up way in the air with each step like something was on the floor. Mom asked her "what are you doing?" She said "how did all this water get in here? It's flooded! The rain won't stop!" Mom would laugh and put her back to bed. She said she could remember that dream though, but that was rare.
I only get to see her sleep walk when they come to visit now. She's 24 and we still have to put a chair in front of the door to keep her from going outside, which she did once. She's never hurt herself, but she easily could.
She's the only person I ever met that does that.
Anyway, sorry about the dream yaking. It just interests me. It's so mystical.