I remember most of my dreams but so far, I have been unable to remember if they are in color. In other words, I only remember their content which seems to be colorless.

I read an article a few years ago that said women dream in color and most men dream in black and white.

If I am running a fever or upset about something, I seem to dream in extremely vivid color.

Does anyone know of a connection between temperature and/or emotion and the color of dreams?

Bes

I dream in color and also I could be in dream state and if Im asked a question which is hubby (he works very early in the morning) asking me where the cell phone is or if I had any extra gas money on hand.. The second question usually erks me cause I always tell him where it is

There have also been times where the phone will ring I will actually hear it in my dream and I will pick it up (in life) answer and have a conversation, which is confusing sometimes because I think Im dreaming but when Im awake the phone will be on my pillow or in my hand. I will usually call back and ask if they had called and sure enough they did.. (its usually my mom or my sis) but I wont remember the details of the conversation, but I knew that I spoke to them.

I have also been to the point to where I have actually woke up standing up in the kitchen right in the middle of making an omelette and what wakes me up is the click click of the pilot. The pans on the stove... but theres no eggs or anything but Im dreaming Im making that omelette.

Also I actually heard the door bell in the morning ( at 4am its hubbys carpool) walked up to the door opened it only to give the boys an eyefull since it was a hot summer night so I was half exposed. As soon as the air hit me I woke up!
Von~

hi all yes I dream in color and yes some of those colors I think would burn my eyes out in the real world. I also dream in sign language. I a have only a couple times dreamed in spanish (which I speak very little of ).

I do vargas girls for a friend of mine. going there now to see what you got there

we're still running MS DOS version 5.0 here on alpha centauri. (takes a loooong time to donwload the upgrades from here...)

Until the donwload is complete, we'll be dreaming in ASCII, 40 bytes per line, if you know what I mean.

Several months after my wife died, I had a dream with both color and smell.

Unlike her, I have never given much importance to dreams, and seldom remember them more than a few seconds while waking up. They have just never been important to me. If asked what they are, my reply would be, "Something like defragmenting a hard disk, the brain's mechanism for discharging unneeded electrical impulses, lacking logic and meaning."

But, that one dream really shook me up. We were standing, holding each other. I don't why, but we were both crying. I was struck with the memory of her scent, not perfume, just the slight smell of soap mixed with her skin. The remarkable thing was the pink nightgown she wore, one that had worn out years before. And, I noticed where my tears dropped, the pink turned to dark red.

I think the dream was based on a real memory. Thirty days before she passed, the day we learned she had lung and bone cancer, we stood in our garage, holding each other and crying. I don't remember what she wore, but it certainly wasn't that pink nightgown.

This is the first time I have written anything about that dream, but it has lasted in my memory. Cheyenne died five years ago.

Jim