Everyone dreams if they sleep normally. Many do not remember their dreams; I know people in my own family who claim they NEVER dream, but they do, if they go into R.E.M. sleep.
I watched a special about sleep and dreaming on TV not too long ago, and it was fascinating and informative. There were films made of sleepers who were hooked up to all kinds of electronic devices to measure their brain activity while sleeping. It was most interesting to see the close ups of the faces of people who had gone into the deepest sleep mode…. that of Rapid Eye Movement sleep (when you dream). The eyes beneath the closed eyelids were obviously doing what R.E.M. stands for—-their eyes were literally rolling around in their sockets as the electronic monitors showed a rapid rise in brain activity with neurons firing all over the place. There were also films of sleeping animals…one familiar to me was a film of a dog sound asleep whose 4 legs were moving as though the dog were chasing something in its dream. I remember all our dogs having "dog-dreemz" and moving their legs; one even made a perfect tiny "O" of his mouth and gave out a soft, eerie howl! There were films of sleep-walking cats….up and about but in a deep sleep even while they were moving around. It reminded me of one of our kids who was a nightly sleepwalker til he hooked a padlocked bike chain to his cutoff jeans and locked himself on the bedpost so that he got jerked awake when he tried to set off on his nightly meanderings. A nephew was such a sleepwalker that he tried to go out the door, declaring to a startled babysitter that he had "Tennis!….Big Tennis!" He also go up once and wild-eyed, declared he needed to get "rice for my dad"! An uncle- by- marriage had wild dreemz too; as a young man he turned a bed around..360 degrees… with his sleeping brother in it, in a room that was so small they could not move the bed! Later when he was older he got up one night and was whacking the floor and walls with his walking cane because "there was a weasel in the room". This happened when he was badly disabled and could not walk normally when he was awake! Dreemz do strange things!
I have always heard about Sigmund Freud’s dream interpretation theory; poor Siggie got debunked on that TV special with new information given by sleep scientists that dreams are not necessarily significant or signs of what is deep in your psyche. That was a great relief to me because I really have some doozies of "dreemz". I usually wake from a dream and am greatly relieved to realize that this dream is not really happening to me since a lot of my dreams involve losing things, trying to carry armloads of things that I cannot carry without dropping most of my load, missing the "choir bus" on which I rode over 50 years ago— and of trying to take care of a pet or a baby that keeps on getting away from me. I wake in a state of panic, often.
I have had some bizarre and memorable dreams that do not leave me…most of them I only remember for the moment I wake, but I had one last week that has stayed with me and puzzled me greatly (not that I should be puzzled any more since Sigmund’s dream interpretation theory was put to rest on that recent TV special.) So I guess I can tell it.
I was in a HUGE Mexican restaurant—I mean I am talking BIG BOX huge with rows and rows of booths in a very decorative Mexican mode… a bit like the downtown "Mexican Village" in Fargo. The rows of seating were long and wide—kind of like the rows in the lumber and building supplies sections of stores like Menards or Lowes. My husband and I were shown to our booth and we sat down and ordered our meals. Then I had some reason I had to go back to the parking lot and get something from our car…so I left him sitting there in the booth in the long BIG BOX row of seats. As I returned from the parking lot and came through a door, there was Billy Graham sitting on a chair by the door kind of acting like a "greeter". I was thrilled to see Billy and stopped to have a really good conversation with him as if I was one of his old friends. He was delighted to see me and talk to me, too, and it went on for a long time. (he was very old and wizened in this dream..as he probably is now). I suddenly remembered that my food would be waiting for me and I ran off to find the long hall where we were seated…only I could not find it; all the long halls of booths were confusing and I ran up and down them searching for our booth and my food! I never did find my way back and woke up snarled in bedclothes and breathing heavily from my severe R.E.M. "attack". I still am wondering where such a dream came from. I will not forget it; it is as vivid as the one I had years ago when one of the other teachers in school and I tried to walk over one of those vine bridges that cross a deep chasm in a jungle and the bridge swun wildly and tipped over, sending us into a downward plunge. I even landed in that dream, disproving the old adage about "if you land when you dream you are falling, you will die". (I landed in deep soft snow.)
I am still alive and dreaming "dreemz" that are equally confusing and crazy. All my vivid dreams are in color and they have sound as well! Too bad some movie maker cannot capture them—–they would make surreal and oddball films for those who like to have nightmares in theaters.