I have a bunch of the ones that I can actually put into words written down and saved in a text file. I'm just going to dump some of them here raw, so the grammar and sentence structure is not going to be great.
dream 1
Four kids / teenagers. Two boys and two girls, either friends or family. Moved to a new big house in the country. Deep in the massive garden, in the hedge is a little door/well type entrance that takes them to a 'forest tunnel'. The tunnel is green and leafy and grassy. Sunlight filters through the leaves above and the tunnel is dim and peaceful. It goes up a short hill and then down a very long and steep way. It levels out and opens onto a new scene/thing every day. It could be a town, a house, a character doing something. At first this is delightful and mysterious. There is something fun and new to do every day, and the children go through the door every day.
Over time though, it becomes darker. The forest tunnel begins slowly being overgrown with thorns and blackberries and the light in the tunnel becomes darker and colder.The scenes the tunnel opens up on in the field are darker and more surreal. It begins affecting the children's own garden and home as well (in a way I can't quite remember or wasn't shown).
They keep going through the forest tunnel though. After a time they get stuck in the tunnel infinitely. It just loops them back to the start. It's near pitch black now and full of thorns. Eventually though they come out into an orchard. The sky is grey and it's beginning to rain. They see a wierd Mad Hatter/Michael Jackson figure running from them between the trees and chase after him. They come to his house. It looks like a generally normal house but the floors and walls are painted very bright colours and it's full of old furniture, scattered papers and smoke. The Mad Hatter figure tells the children that this is his dream land. He made the children a special fantasy land to visit every day, and now they can stay here forever. He begins to laugh and rave and threaten the children. The sky outside grows very dark.
As this happens the eldest girl rushes into another cramped little room of the house and finds the 'vorpal blade' which is in the shape of a silver meat cleaver with a white handle. As the madman laughs and is preoccupied, she sneaks up behind him and beheads him. There's a lot of blood.
As the dream master dies the dream fantasy land begins to decay and fall apart. The children rush back to the forest tunnel and scramble out of it. The door locks and can never be opened again (concrete?).
The character I was 'playing' seemed to have some self awareness of the situation. As we were chasing the dream master I laughed aloud: 'Are we actually following Michael Jackson into his special fantasy land??'
Lots of disparate dreams intervening and intertwining with this story. None of them come to mind. There was a beach.
dream 2
I was part of a story (playing some sort of character) in which me and a big group of rag-tag colourful characters travelled around a world having adventures. It went on for a long time. I don't remember a lot of it and it was full of dream-logic where different things interrupted or intersected the story, but it culminated in our group opening a white door that was hanging in the air and coming out onto a circular stone platform in an endless sky. One side of the sky was pink, red and orange like a sunset and it faded into blue and then into night on the other side dotted with millions of stars. There were massive bands of polycoloured clouds stretching away all around us. When I walked to the edge of the stone platform I looked down and saw arrayed in a circle dozens of different worlds and universes. There was one that was represented by a stone cube with a massive petrified grey tree that was growing from it from the inside. The rest were all different colours and shapes and forms. I felt a massive sensation of nostalgia and recognition as I looked at some of the different worlds. Around the edge of the circular stone platform were outward facing seats, each one overlooking one of the different worlds. Some of them were completely empty, and some of them had old worn-away skeletons dressed in colourful clothing, jewellery and wearing crowns. A bodiless voice spoke to us and told us that we could take any seat we liked. As the others in the group looked at each other and some started walking towards different chairs, for some reason I felt a strong compulsion to leap off the platform. I went to the edge, looked down into the sky and jumped off. As I fell away, the sky resolved itself around me into thick bands of descending gradients of blue-grey which faded into black. I fell like that for a while, and the voice spoke to me as I did, talking about a lot of different things about me and the choices I had made.
After a while I saw below me a green-golden light fading into view. The sky reversed its fade and became blue again from below. My falling slowed and I floated down into a new world that resolved itself around me as I came to a rest in a green, grassy, hilly area with trees and rivers, birdsong and a warm, deep-gold sun. The voice spoke to me and told me I had been brought back to my own world, but everything was gone and had started again. I felt this massive, overwhelming emotion come over me and I began to cry. I recognised the exact scene from a stained-glass window I had seen earlier in the dream. The dream sort of trailed off there. I woke up in tears from that one.
dream 3
I haven't been dreaming a lot lately, but a recent one was a recurring dream I had several nights in one week. I was on a white crystal shoreline with a dark sky, and a slow, thick, shifting cyan ocean washing up on the shore with strange exhaggerated shapes. From the ocean right to the horizon there trailed up into the sky these strange tendrils with leafy appendages, they went as high as I could see.
In my first dream the beach was empty. I waded into the thick, slow-motion syrupy ocean (it felt very real and vivid against my body) and a dark rainstorm formed on the horizon and washed over me as I stood there watching it come in.
In the second dream the beach was crowded with people as far as I could see, some who I knew but many who I didn't. Everyone was wading into the ocean and I was walking along the beach in the shallows trying to find someone I knew. The storm came in again and the strange waves grew very high and crashed down onto everyone. The tendrils were glowing softly and twisting into almost painful, jagged shapes.
The third time I was alone again and I remember standing on the beach looking inland and wondering if there even was anything except this beach. I think I walked along the crystal sand and cried for a while, before again walking into the ocean and watching the storm roll in. This time it was quite gentle and peaceful.
