I had a dream once that a squirrel, high up in a tree, was throwing buckeyes at my grandfather and me. The squirrel beaned my grandpa right in the eye and he shouted "AW, NUTS!" I woke up right then and ever since that has been my favourite expression.

Ok, not exactly hilarity inspiring, but thinking of it always makes ME smile!

There's one crazy dream that I must have had around 20 years ago, that I've never forgotten. When I lived at home, I was constantly having dreams about people breaking in, probably because my brothers and I were always picking the locks on the basement windows when we would get locked out, so I knew how freakin' easy it was to get in our house. Anyway, I dreamed that it was David Bowie trying to climb in the window and he was wearing a wetsuit and carrying a large knife. I'm sure he was going to kill me. Why David Bowie?, you may very well ask, and I would have to say that I have had a lifelong troubled relationship with Mr. Bowie that I will relate at another time.

I absolutely love dreaming! I think I have pretty vivid dreams every night, but lately, if I don't try to remember them soon after waking, then they're pretty much lost, though strange snippets will drift into my mind throughout the day.

Damn it, minilux! You've reminded me that the only time I ever had a dream that I was pregnant, I was with child by Eric Clapton. Eric wasn't even in the dream, but I was discussing with a friend that I hoped the baby would grow up to be an awesome guitar player.

I also had a dream a few years ago that I was car shopping with Ernest Hemmingway in Idaho.

There was a yummy one a year or so ago that I was out for a walk on a bike path and William Peterson (Grissom on "CSI") was waiting for me, came up and wrapped his arms around me. I was pissed when I woke up.

A few years ago, the mayor of the city I live in was a guy with really bad acne scars. I had a dream that I was in a custom sign shop and the owner was painting the mayor's face on a "Welcome" sign. I asked him if he was going to sit the sign out in a hailstorm so it would be more realistic. (As a friend said about that one: "you had to go to sleep to tell yourself a really good joke, didn't you?")

Oooh... famous people dreams! I don't think I've ever had them...

But I dream about famous buildings. Wonder if that's a fetish... archiphilia?

I had the requisite flying dreams as a child (more like impossibly high leaps followed by gliding). I remember having a last one in my teens where I was trying to fly, but couldn't do more than a sort of floating, gliding thing about six inches off the ground. I kept yearning for the tree tops, but I just couldn't get up there.

When I woke up I realized I had had my last flying dream.

The mind (and the heart) is a wonderful puzzle. I love how it works to right itself in our sleep. Sometimes I enjoy the "junk" dreams because it's interesting to see what has lodged up in there that needs shaking loose.

Yikes! If I ever start having dreams about being pregnant, I'm gonna need some pharmaceutical intervention. I'll take my psychotic murderer and teeth falling out any day over pregnancy dreams.

Dreams are fantastic! I've been having some good dreams recently-the sort of dreams you don't want to wake up from. I have these dreams where I'm reading a book or watching a movie, and I end up inside the story or the movie, and then I'm told by the characters that i'm going to be shown somethings that will bring great wisdom, or I'm about to see something that will change my life, or will look into the archive of the world's ancient knowledge...or see clues as to what will happen in the future. And then of course I wake up.

The only dreams I hate are the end of the world nightmares. I had one recently where the earth's crust totally disintegrated and volcanoes erupted everywhere and I saw it happen and was terrified. That was nasty. I've had a lot of apocalyptic nightmares-especially ones where I (and sometimes my family and friends) either survive the cataclysm, or I somehow bring it on because of some stupid mistake...

I had a great really mystical dream about 4 or 5 years ago that I still remember. It takes too long to tell, but damn, it was so awesome. I think it was almost life-changing.

I have a girlfriend who had a doozer of a dream, where her hair dryer was a time-travel machine and she and her parents turned it on and went back to Pearl Harbor to watch it get bombed.