Nope, not crazy. It's lucid dreaming, as Ryan pointed out. It's the coolest thing in the world, isn't it? (I have induced it a few times on purpose, but it's difficult for me to do as it involves retaining a bit of consciousness while going to sleep and I usually am hard asleep about two minutes after I lay down.) There's actually a very nifty song about lucid dreaming called Silent Lucidity by Queensryche ...Originally Posted by Alaynna
I know this sounds crazy, but I have always been able to "control" my dreams....while i am dreaming I am able to tell my self to do things in the dream, I always remember my dreams unless I talk in my sleep...I have found that when my husband says that I talk in my sleep (I will have a whole conversation), I will not remember my dream......
Anyway, IIRC, if you remember your dreams that means you woke up during the cycle. If you sleep through, you don't remember the dreams. I think that's how it is, anyway.
I rarely have nightmares, but I do have the coolest dreams. The only recurring dream I have as an adult is one where we are staying in this HUGE house, and it's furnished. (We don't own it.) I don't know my furniture very well, but the furnishings are all classic European styles, and there is always one big room that is jam-packed with furniture (and sometimes people in evening wear); it's almost like a show room. But the thing about this house is that there is always something wrong with it, usually a section of the roof that is literally falling in. When I see that part in the dream, I think I'm usually glad that we don't own the house because that is going to be an expensive repair.
When I was a kid, I had a few recurring dreams. Well, one was a nightmare, actually. In that one, I was in the parking lot of a local grocery store, running toward the store because the grim reaper was chasing me. Only I couldn't really run; it felt like my feet were encased in concrete. I almost make it to the store when the grim reaper catches up to me. I turn around, and under the hood is—my dad. It's kind of funny in a morbid way now, but it was a terrifying nightmare as a child, and it did a pretty fair job of symbolizing how I felt about my dad IRL.
My other dream was me and my older sister (12 years older than I am) walking through a mall. In the hallway of the mall, there is a display in a 10-gallon fish tank. It's sort of a diorama of a shoe store. We stand there looking into it, and all of a sudden, we are in it. My sister starts talking to the proprietor, and I wander around looking at stuff. The carpet, I remember, was two-tone shag, gold and light green. The walls were lined with shelves with shoes on them, and the floor was filled with free-standing racks, the kind a lot of stores display their clearance shoes on. The racks were made of brass, very shiny brass. I picked my nose and wiped it on one of the racks (hey, I was a kid), and then wandered off down a concrete hallway. Down this hallway to the right were rooms, cubicles really, made of that cheap plywood panelling. The rooms didn't have doors, just doorways. I looked in every one, and in one of the rooms there was a bald man, completely tatooed, sitting on a wooden stool playing an acoustic guitar. Then I woke up.
I love dreams.