My dreams often involve random celebrities, for reasons I cannot explain. Recently I was helping Rod Stewart rebuild an old sidecar combination and was surprised at how small his little house was. He was explaining to me that this how he really lived and the rest was just a front. Then Penny came in and we moved the front room furniture around, but all agreed one chair had to go!? I can't begin to tell you how lucid it was and how guilty I felt for being totally smitten with Penny. For the first hour of being awake I really had this overwhelming guilty feeling of letting a mate and my wife down!
Something i initially found quite distressing was dreaming about my dead parents, especially when I conversed with them in the dream. Now I'm used to it, I love it. I walk on air after dreaming about my Mum and talking with her.
So, yes, I love my dreams, but I'm also very thankful I don't have such lucid nightmares!
