I have them A LOT when I’m experiencing bipolar/anxiety symptoms. They mostly go away when I’m euthymic; I’ve had months and months without any dreams I can remember at all.
Last night I dreamed that I was at my elementary school building. We were going to put on a production of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, using a modern Italian theme. ”We” being various people I know, but mostly people from work. My direct supervisor was responsible for most of the director-type activities. I got the script the day before the production, and I only had one chance to haphazardly read through it before they called an end to the rehearsal. I thought about trying to gather together some costumes and maybe read through my lines again (I wasn’t sure of which character I was going to be playing,) but I was too tired, so I didn’t.
Then I went to a staff meeting and was totally going to bring up the question of props, costumes, scenery, and not knowing my lines, but my supervisor had to talk over something with another member of the staff, and said they’d meet us in the auditorium. There was half an hour left to the curtain call, so I went home (2000 miles from my elementary school) and wandered around frantically trying to decide which of my clothes would best make me appear to be a middle-class rural Italian woman and which props would be useful. I remember being very worried about not knowing my lines - I realized as I was looking for props that I had better find a way of making sure the script would be appropriate in every scene. Luckily, I thought, part of The Tempest includes every single “let’s be bad actors trying to put together a play” moment from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Then I woke up.
I’m… not really clear on how I ought to interpret this one. I’m sticking with “geez, I have weird dreams when my moods are off balance!” That interpretation makes perfect sense.