"I dream of symphonies"

Perfect love sometimes.

But as regards great artistic projects assembled in dreams, I'm v.suspicious. I think it's like being on drugs. There are too many shortcuts you don't realise you're taking in your dream logic and there's no 'real' masterpiece just out of reach. I know Paul McCartney dreamed 'Yesterday' (and Coleridge some of Kubla Kahn) but generally nah.

Now pre-sleep mind-racing thoughts - that's a different matter.

Kahn = Khan

What do dream of that you wish wouldn't fade?

Just the staying in bed bit really.

In my best dreams there's a feeling of excitement, possibility, completeness which I also feel about being younger. It's sad to wake up after that and find I'm just me as usual. But then I can remember that I had the same dreams when I was younger, too. I'm glad they fade, to be honest: thinking about them is making me quite unhappy.

My standard answer to all dream questions unfortunately, I don't dream - or rather I never remember them (since people always get pick on that).

I have been garnering a huge number of projects of late which I must buckle down and get some down. The article I was going to write for FT is now getting so big it looks like a book (which I will no longer be qualified to write). These are what bug me - I know my great piece of literature will probably be always out of sight. But I'd make do with being onthe top 100 most borrowed from libraries list.

I have had a lot of amazing music in my dreams. Night before last I played with Anthony Braxton in a big band. Mostly I play bass, but about once every couple of months I dream of playing trumpet again, and I generally play completely solo, kind of like Leo Wadada Smith, much better than I ever could when I actually played.

I think I'll probably start playing trumpet again in reality.

Well not rilly answering the question here, but when N. said "Now pre- sleep mind-racing thoughts - that's a different matter." it reminded me of when I was falling asleep once and I was thinking that seeing as everyone knows Neil Young is the best crisp-maker in the world, why doesn't he make crisps for Walkers? And then I woke up and laughed.

This is what happened to the Walker Brothers in real life. No more hits, but plenty o'crisps.

Interesting ILE threads (TRUE).

Love and music.

My dreams are murky and too real. I dislike them.

I wish my dreams of my brother were as real as they seem. I can smell him, and his heat radiates larger than life. He is gone now, almost a year, and I hope the memories never fade...

About your symphony dream, Maybe try conducting along as you hear it, you may lock it in better. Or a hit of acid.

It wasn't my symphony dream Brian. I'm not that talented in a making music way (read: not at all). It was something that was said to me. I think I liked the quality of the phrase more than anything.

The other day I dreamt that I had to traverse the Millenium Bridge - which was a pole spanning the river. Underneath it was a jungle climbing rope thing attached to the pole and to the riverbed. You know, those scramble rope things? It was very complicated. People say this means I want to move to North London. I am disturbed.

Mr Tunnicliffe I hope your dream about a skateboarding champion did not indicate your love for the person who turned out to BE the champion.

People saying Sarah has a subconscious urge to move to north London = me. I had a great dream about being in a vintage clothes shop with 3 floors that kept changing, it was kind of semi-lucid and really great in a fantastically shallow way.

I sometimes feel real sadness about not knowing the people I know in my dreams in real life and not living in the cities and the houses that I dream I live in. My dream life is very interesting and more beautiful than my real life. I think I am more open to change in my dreams and more accepting of others. Even the sorrow I feel in dreams is more real than the sorrow I feel in real life.

I just woke up from a dream which would make a fantastic thriller plot (with a bit of tweaking i.e. not being set in the AC Nielsen building). When I make millions off the fillum rights I will have my subconscious to thank.

Starry you should move to North London. Satan's there. (Oh no wait that's somewhere else.)

I often have dreams where I write "the perfect pop song" and am extremely proud of myself. And I think to myself - in my dream - I must remember this when I wake up! I'm gonna be famous! But one time I did wake up while listening to one of those amazing songs and I was at first very happy that I'd gotten up just then, but when I rehearsed the song in my head in my state of being awake I realized it was all just gibberish.
I do the same thing where I have dreams in different languages or in which I discover some new dimension of math... In fact, once in elementry school I proposed to my teacher that I had discovered a new way to do subtraction (which I had 'figured out' in a dream). Of course, I had not, but for a while I felt pretty damn impressed with myself.
I guess I just have lots of ego-boosting dreams.

When I was on the patch to quit smoking I had some freaky dreams. I would often dream I was hanging out with my grandfather who died when I was twelve. He was the greatest guy. Just when I go to talk to him or ask him how he is doing I wake up. I always try to fall back to sleep quick to see him...but it never works. Usually I get back into the dream and it has completely changed to some sort of karate/spy/ice skating/dj'ing/monster movie.