As work and stress pile on (you notice the less frequent blog posts?), my dreams often turn from weird and random to angry and frustrating. I don't keep a dream log, so I don't know definitely that there is a correlation, but I suspect that there is. The more stressed I feel, the angry my dreams. Often it is a dream about school/work in which I'm frustrated with a class and yelling at them, or a dream in which I'm frustrated with my family and yelling at them. My anger dreams involve a lot of frustration and a lot of yelling. I'm surprised I don't wake up hoarse!
When the stresses lessens, my dreams go back to being weird and random. Never too scary or emotional. Sometimes pleasantly nice, but most often the type that you wake up from with a "huh, that was bizarre" type of feeling.
Last night was a rare exception. I can't remember much of the details of the dream, but it was long, very long (possibly multiple dreams that got strung together). It started at a school in the gym, involved a lot of people and some type of problem to be solved, then it moved to travelling on a school bus, but there were treacherous obstacles, team work, people lost, then there was a trek through snowy suburban/rural areas, and finally of all the people involved, one guy and I made it to my parent's house. No one was home, but this guy and I went into the back yard where it was no longer snowy, but sunny and warm. This is the only part I really remember, we were relieved that we made it to safety, but sad about the people we lost along the way. Then I picked up some big paper on a string decoration (I can see it in my mind, but have no way to describe what it looks like). Suddenly, the wind picked up and I was lifted off the ground several feet as the decoration became like a kite. The guy grabbed the end so I wouldn't blow away, but I said to him that that wouldn't happen because this wasn't just the wind, but the spirits of the people we lost telling us that they were ok. (Very weird spiritual thing there.) But the best part of the dream was that as I was floating in the air (which felt awesome) there was this intense feeling of joy and bliss.
It is rare for me to have happy dreams and happy feelings in a dream. When I woke up (and I should have just got out of bed and started the day then because I felt so happy and rejuvenated... instead I went back to sleep for an hour and woke up tired and grumpy), I felt so happy and peaceful, and then sad because I wanted the feeling of bliss and floating again (which is probably why I tried to go back to sleep).
Anyway, I don't really know what the point of sharing all that is, but I wanted to record that dream because it was so nice at the end.