Used to dream loads, but I've just earlier on today had the first vivid dream I remember having in quite a while, and it was pretty mad/awesome!
I was being shown round this houseboat/submarine by some guy in his early 20s (who in this dream universe was apparently a close friend of mine, but I honestly haven't a clue now who he could be, even though his face is very distinct and he had a sort of laconic American Midwest accent), and I felt like I was around that age too, late teens-early 20s. At first, it was just like being shown the designs, exploring a model of it on a computer, but then it turned out I was actually there in person on the submarine thing checking it out, on the ocean in the early evening as the sky was just growing darker. I remember feeling hugely impressed, and it was all dead atmospheric.
Anyway, we went downstairs from this very houseboaty deck, past the houseboat-cum-submarine control room with a big ship's steering wheel and periscope and everything, to a cabin deep in the submarine. There we found this odd skinny American student guy in a blue t-shirt with a fat black woman in a skimpy glittery dress, presumably a prozzy, who'd apparently slipped aboard during one of our many 'stops'(?). My friend & I took the guy back to deck (which was now the top part of a submarine, and not a boat at all) to have a stern word, and we just left the large lady-of-the-night down in the cabin on her own, for some reason. With the rain pelting down and the sea rocking us, the student guy explained he just wanted to spend the night with a fat black chick on a submarine, 'cause he was planning on killing himself afterwards... which made perfect sense to us. So we both agreed to help him top himself. He seemed very grateful and emotional, even though the bonny girl didn't appear in the 'narrative' again, so it turns out he didn't get his last wish at all
During the course of taking him down to the edge of the craft to jump in the sea, we were then apparently not on a submarine anymore but a massive abandoned oil rig, and my friend was not in fact trying to help the guy do himself in, but was instead mischeivously hunting him with 2 other guys, all with Nerf guns. The guy ran down one of the concrete-and-rust corridors and the other two fellas chased after him, but as my friend - who was now a pretty girl in her teens/early 20s, in a WWII pilot's jacket - was casually walking after them, she suddenly turned and started chasing me, firing Nerf pellets at me, giggling at me cheekily. I'd been about 10 yards behind them on my old high school field (we were no longer on an oil rig above the sea, but the oil rig was just like an abandoned industrial building sat on my school field) and I ran the other way, getting pelted with these spongy little Nerf bullets, laughingly going "ow! ouch!" and all that. I could see the fenced concrete tennis courts and playground & high school building in the distance, but no one was there, it was just me and this apparent girlmate of mine messing about on the field, which was absoluely massive.
I then suddenly discovered I had a Supersoaker in my hand though, with a sort of neon yellow gunge in it, and I started chasing after her, gunging her, her laughing and going "ew!" and all that. I think I woke up then, in the middle gunging her with my flourescent yellow goo all over her brown leather pilot's outfit with a pump-action plastic grey-and-lilac Supersoaker, me wearing this sort of old Navy peacoat with yellow sponge nerf bullets stuck to it, both of us giggling away. All terribly Freudian I guess; I actually woke up giggling.
I'm only putting it here 'cause I wanted to write it down somewhere - not because there's anything remotely clever and worth remembering about any of the tale it told, but because it just
felt absolutely awesome, so young and joyful. The houseboat/sub/oilrig on the ocean bits were so incredibly atmospheric... I would really fucking love to actually live for a bit on a submarine or an abandoned oil rig like that. And then the 'coda', with the messing about having fun with toy guns on my old school field with this girl
[who moments before in the narrative had been a lad, but they didn't look anything alike - it was just sort of the similar soul in different bodies or some shit - and defo wasn't a tranny or whatever, but a proper lovely girl-next-door type, whose face & voice I sort of recognise, but I've never met or seen?!? Maybe I'm gay now], that was just beautiful; nostalgic, romantic, and just really daft & funny. I woke up feeling dead young and giggly, then realised I was back in the here-and-now again, and my heart sank.
I can't even begin to adequately describe how vivid and immersive it all was - the visual tones, the smells, the emotions I felt inside, everything rendered in deep detail from the designs of the clothes they were wearing to the peeling rust on the oil rig's scaffolding. Cannot recall having a dream quite that strongly 'realised' for quite some time. So... yeah.