I have a lot of dreams about the house I grew up in...not always about the house, but the plot of the dreams are located at my old house.

I dont think I've had any dreams that I can remember about the 2nd house I lived in, but I have had some where I'm in the house I live in now. Most of the time tho, it's my old house.

I love the dreams that have my now deceased dog TinyMonsters in them...anything to see my big hairy Wookiee again. Since I started taking the C, the dreams I have of Tiny feel more real...like I can remember what his fur felt like.

Oh...and the occasional...ummm..."happy" dreams have been pretty entertaining too. (sorry if that's TMI.. )

I dream about work all the time. It's been 11 years since I had to quit and I still miss it.

Much of the time the dreams are quite pleasant, although they can get mixed up with other things (like trying to find a classroom at school).

I miss the hospital and the funeral home. My career in funeral service was short-lived but undoubtedly the most rewarding, which is probably why it dominates my dreams.

I don't know about you Doydie, but having been a caregiver as a career and as a mom I suspect losing that role prematurely or at the height of our career causes stress that borders on PTSD - hence our dreams.

Some of my dreams cause me to wake up laughing.

Another major dreamer here. During the years that were the worst of my dizziness and neuro symptoms--when I was trying to figure out what was going on and why the doctors were acting so incomprehensibly about it all--I had MANY very significant and symbolic dreams.

Cherie, your dream of the thread coming out your mouth is fascinating. The amazingly creative and clever symbolism that appears in our dreams is far beyond anything that my waking mind could ever imagine.

One of my strongest dreams came a day or two after my first (and last) visit to a psychologist, when I was trying to get up the courage to get a second neurological opinion after having been dismissed as a hypochondriac by the first one (after he'd originally made me think I had MS--thus my awful confusion).

In my dream, I parked a little outside a marked parking spot (as I had at the psychologist's office). I went to the parking meter and put in my five dollars (my actual co-pay amount) and it started giving me change, like at the laundromat.

But then instead of quarters, it began dispensing all kinds of odds and ends, like you'd find in a catch-all drawer in your kitchen--nuts and bolts, buttons, odd little pieces of all kinds of things, and it just kept pouring out of the machine, and I didn't know what to do with it all--where to put it, how to make sense of it. (These were my numerous and varied symptoms.)

Then the machine started putting out dozens of necklaces and strings of all kinds--beaded, fiber, metal--all hopelessly tangled up together (like my diagnostic situation).

The stuff just kept pouring out, and I just stood there unable to grasp and hold and make sense of it all. Then a woman standing near the machine (the psychologist, presumably, although in real life she didn't help me at all) gave me to understand that I had to just leave it there.

I turned around and saw a long line of people behind me (no doubt people waiting for their turn at the psychologist's or the neurologist's). In other words, I had to just walk away from it all. So I did.

I had many, many more such amazingly symbolic dreams at that time.

And later, during the first year or two that I was taking Strattera (a norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor), I dreamed ALL THE TIME at night, at least it felt that way. But not nightmares, and I still felt I slept well and awoke refreshed.

I dream ALL THE TIME about my old houses, especially my grandparents' home where we always went as children and where we lived when I was older.

I also have dreams about being in some house--either one I lived in, or some other one--where I'm going around finding all kinds of new rooms, ones I never knew about or ones I'd forgotten. I interpret this as me always finding new areas of knowledge and wonder in the world.

On the other hand, I also often dream about going around big houses and finding many doors and windows that I'd forgotten about and most importantly, forgotten to lock. I interpret this as meaning that there are many areas of my life where I've been negligent in getting important things done, such that bad things could get into my life.

Many of my dreams also have hilarious puns or wordplay involved in them. Like when my neurologist was in the giant bookstore with me, and I was buying a book about the Lewis and Clark Corps of Discovery (in other words, trying to discover what was wrong with me)--but my neurologist, standing in line with me, wasn't buying anything!

I LOVE my dreams.

Nancy T.

I was going through my journal looking for something, and I found something I had written back in January. I'd had a really odd dream, that something bad was happening world-wide and a very somber man's voice was saying "They obviously timed it to coincide with the Prague Uprising."

The weirdest part was that when I woke up, kind of agitated and befuddled (more so than usual), one of my first thoughts was that I didn't remember ANYTHING about the Prague Uprising, though I'm sure I studied about it back in high school (back before all the rest of you and Duane Eddy were born).

Maybe I fell asleep watching the History Channel??

Erin I remember a 'very memorable' dream I had pre MS. My husband and I had been at a marriage builders weekend workshop and we were back in our room . I started having some very erotic therapy and actuallly had to wake my husband up! Needless to say he was a little suprised but didn't mind being woke up. (The marriage workshop was all the dream. We have never been to one.)