Great topic, I've always been interested in dreams and lucid dreaming, even though it's not something I can see myself getting into. 

I don't dream often, in fact most days I'm so tired from my day that I just fall into a deep sleep a few minutes after hitting the sack and wake up in the morning with no recollection of my dreams. It's strange, because when I was younger, I used to have vivid dreams and nightmares, but with every passing year I seem to get more and more grounded in reality? The few dreams I have now are pretty simple things, like relieving a memory from childhood or just dreaming that I'm late for work and horribly stuck in an endless traffic jam :lol 

Dreams have played a role in my life though, especially when I was younger, as I said. I remember this recurring dream, I'm going out on my balcony and suddenly the whole things snaps off and I barely manage to grab a hold of something as I dangle helplessly from the fourth floor. It always felt so real because everything about it was so...life-like? The exact sound the door makes when I open it, the same small crack on the balcony's railing that bugs me every time I go out there. It just had all these little details that made me believe that this time it's happening for real, only it's always a dream and I wake up with a start. Now, I guess you could say that's just a fear of heights and maybe it's so. But back then, I didn't have any fear or heights whatsoever, but I am afraid of heights now. Did my dreams fuel this phobia? Or was my subconscious mind always aware of this? 

Another recurring dream I have is of losing one particular tooth. I swear this is probably one of the earliest recurring dreams I've had and it continues to plague me to this day (very infrequently compared to the past, but still). It starts with me waking up, going to wash my mouth and realising that I've spat out a tooth in the sink. Then I'm either pitying myself for being an ugly bastard or thinking "Oh my god, this is gonna cost a fortune for the dentist to fix" and then I wake up. I've read that it's something to do with self-esteem issues, a fear of smiling or fear of losing something. I dunno, could be true. I mean, I don't have a pearly white smile and my teeth are crooked (didn't want to wear braces as a kid, hindsight's a bitch), but I don't feel too strongly about it and I'm smiling and laughing all the time, doesn't feel like it's an "issue" to me. And yet, I keep getting this dream. How come? I keep asking myself. 

But yeah, as I've gotten older I have such vivid dreams less and less. I remember that when I was in my second year of high school and had gotten really serious about RP'ing and writing in general, I started getting dreams again. This inspired me to write a series of loosely-linked short stories, to which I gave the rather unoriginal name of "Dreamscape". I tried to keep them as close as possible to what I had experienced and recalled of my dreams, though obviously I did get carried away artistically. They dealt with the concept of self and being, out of body experiences, drugs, addiction, sexual fantasies and other repressed thoughts which seemed to surface while dreaming. I kept at it for a while, but then university and a job happened and I stopped. The dreams stopped around the same time. 

So yeah, I just rambled without providing anything constructive to the discussion, just throwing out some random thoughts.  

PS. Do you guys dream in black & white or colour? I always dream in colour, but I have friends and relatives who keep telling me that they dream in greyscale. I've read interesting theories on the subject, from reasonable to totally outlandish ones. Guess it's yet another mystery of the mind we haven't been able to solve yet.