As a teen, I had a constantly reoccurring dream. I was in a green, single car, roller coaster. I went up and up a spiral staircase-like course, and at the top, the track ended. As soon as I went over the edge, I woke up. I've had that dream dozens of times, but haven't had it on over a ten years.
I've found that with meds like Champix (for quitting smoking) I always had very graphic and vivid dreams. Ones that, when I awoke, I thought I could write a script for a top selling horror film. At the time, I could recall every fine detail of the entire dream, but never did write them down and forgot them by mid day. Wish I had kept a record of them though.
One final one: In 2001, I had a dream of a good friend back home. We were up to no good, underage drinking, and the cops chased us through the woods. He was the only one who they caught, and in the dream, we later learned that they shot him. That's when I woke up. I had never dreamt of him before or since. A few days after that dream, he was killed by a drunk driver in a car crash while driving his mother to work. Always thought that was weird.
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