I thought it'd be interesting to have a page for particularly memorable, intense dreams or about recurring dream elements. These dreams may be from the recent past or from a long time ago. I'll add more from time to time as I think of them. This is page two. If you'd like to read the previous set, you can read them here.

This was a very long set of recurring/related dreams. It basically was an ongoing story, so more recurring in the sense of recurring plot and characters. These dreams are another one of my really early dreams that I can still remember, starting around Pre-K or kindergarten. In the dream, I was a girl with a slightly older sister. I would estimate this dream me and this dream sisters ages started around 10-12 age range. We lived somewhere in India in a very, very rural place. The exact time period we were in was unclear in part because of how very rural this little village was. It was just us and our parents in a small house. My sister and I would stay up late in secret and sit by this window. The moon was always out, sometimes full, sometimes not. In the early dreams, most of the dreams were just this, me and the sister talking at night in secret by the window under the moon. Sometimes we would travel as a family to another place not too far off for festivals and then when we came back home, we would talk about it and my sister would talk about wanting to leave where we were to somewhere else, but it didn't seem serious. All these early dreams, even when we went to the festivals, were always at night. At some point, around when I was in 3rd grade in real life, and dream us were around 14-16 age range, in one dream our parents announced my sister was going to be married very soon to some boy in that other place we always went to. It was someone we had never met. We'd never met anyone from that family. My sister was afraid to be married to some strange and have to be so far away from me against her will. And she still wanted to go out "somewhere" into the world on her own to see everything. If she was married, she'd likely be just stuck somewhere else. So, that night, we left the window and climbed on top of the house. My sister said she was going to run away that night. I was too scared to go with her, so she was going to go on her own. I promised not to tell our parents anything. And then she ran off into the night, into the jungle. The next time I dreamt I was that person, I was now about seventeen though in real life, this dream would've still been in third grade. From here on out, all the dreams were always in the day. I missed my sister. I kept hoping I'd hear something about here, but there was never any news. Now, the parents were getting ready to marry me off, my own marriage having been delayed due to the situation of searching for my sister. Much like her, I decided I was going to go out into the world and explore. And hopefully, we would be reunited again. I ran away during the day, running straight into the jungle down the same path I last saw here. All the dreams for a while after this one were just me searching for her in various places. I'd usually hide from people by climbing up high, into a tree or on some other structure. Sometimes, I came across telephone poles and wires in places with better roads. My parents never found me, but I never found her. I met a lot of people along the roads and in small villages. Some of them I met more than once in these dreams, as they were also people travelling around. I was more likely to meet boys and men a second time than girls and women. The sunny dreams often had a moment in them when I'd look up at the sun. It was always so hot in the dreams. The sun seemed like it was burning hot just to hurt me. I lost my shoes in the first dream when I left home, and I never got another pair. So for all of these dreams, I was walking, running, and climbing barefoot. The final dream as the girl, I was tired. I'd say the girl was about eighteen at this point. I would've still been in third grade in real life, at the end of third grade. My feet were basically destroyed from wandering for so long in harsh conditions. I could barely walk. I couldn't run anymore. I used what little strength I had left to climb up high into a tree. I remember wires running in between that tree and another nearby. There was a city not far from me, in the direction behind me. The tree was up high on a hillside and I was looking down into the jungle below. People were passing by on a road, but no one noticed me. It was strangely quiet and everything looked too green. I didn't have the strength to go any farther than this. I knew I'd never see her again. I lost the will to continue. Around the end of third grade, the summer between, through the beginning of fourth grade, the dreams changed again. Now, I was my actual self at my actual age, not this teenage girl from India. I was on a field trip in the dream and we were walking around somewhere. The side of the road was all short, cut grass and telephone poles, wires in all directions. I stopped and looked up at those wires and remembered those dreams about the sister in India. I knew these were dreams in that dream, but I did not know I was still dreaming when I thought about those dreams. It felt so real, like I had glimpsed into some other life I once lived. I was overwhelmed with sadness. I wanted to find her. If I was here "now", maybe she had come "back" too, somewhere. And if I ran fast enough, far enough, somehow, somewhere, I'd find her. I took off my shoes and started to run down the road, having no idea where I was going. I didn't care about the field trip or getting back home or anything. I had to find her. The next set of dreams were similar to this where I would be in some place and the sight of either an empty road or wires and telephone poles would trigger me to remember her and I'd leave my shoes to start running. The me in these sets of dreams began to age past real life me, with me getting as far as about eighteen again. This continued on until about the start of fifth grade, when the next version of these dreams started up. These dreams merged with another one of my "grandma" dreams, which I'll describe more in below. In the "apartment" grandma dreams, I would tell my grandma (really, my great-grandmother) about these dreams about her and the dreams about me remembering those dreams and running off to find her. So now both were considered just weird dreams within the dream. I still wanted to run and find her, but I didn't run in these dreams because I felt more certain they were only strange dreams. I would ask my grandma what she thought they meant and if there was any chance there might be something "real" to them. She would tell me again and again they were just silly dreams. There was no such thing as past lives. I was just a silly child. I didn't have any more dreams related to that girl for a while, until around the end of middle school and the start of high school. Then, I was back on the road with the wires. Once I was a teenager, I was back to the earlier dreams on the road, though I started these dreams as a teenager and was aware in the dream those other dreams about me running on those roads with the cut grass were dreams I dreamt when I was younger. I even knew I was dreaming in that moment, but that only made me more determined. If I was dreaming, I should be able to control the dream. I should be able to force the dream to let me find her and make the happy ending. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach her. I could force the dream to let me run past the modern scenery to back then in India, I could force it to show me those people I met here and there on the road, but I couldn't force it to show me her. I never saw her again. The sun just got hotter and hotter and burned my feet all over again. These dreams stopped around the end of high school. I haven't had a dream about her since. At the end of elementary school, I started watching documentaries and reading books about India for a while, as if somehow that would give me some insight into these dreams. In high school, I considered travelling abroad to India even, as if going there in person would somehow "solve" something about the dreams. I was far too poor to do that though, and I couldn't justify it anyway. They were only dreams, no matter how intense they felt. So, I never went to India. In retrospect, I find these dreams really interesting in how intense they felt at the time. I would wake up actually in deep sadness, sometimes crying, from these dreams over not being able to find this dream sister. It's strange how dreams can feel so intense, so important, so meaningful, but it's just noise from your brain. At best, it might be something related to real life under a bunch of symbols, but it's mostly just noise. All those emotions, all that running, wasn't toward anything real.

Another "grandma" dream where my great-grandmother is playing the role of my grandmother. In these dreams, she lives in an apartment complex. Sometimes, I'm visiting her with my mom and sometimes I live with her in the apartment. The apartment is really run down, but has this old-timey feel about it. The architecture looks out of place with the other buildings near the apartment. There are various recurring background renters in this building, all of them adults. They show up, but I never bother to know any of their names. They're just a vague group that's usually out doing background noise things. What happens in these dreams varied a lot. It was more about the location, people, and roles repeating. The apartment building itself changed from time to time, but always felt out of place. The outside was very dark. My grandmother lived on the second or third floor, depending on the dream. The stairs were metal. Some of the dreams involved me telling her about the "Sister" dreams. Others were about oddities in the "neighborhood" surrounding the apartment, strange, mysterious type things. Sometimes, it was just me playing outside in the parking lot in front of the apartments. I mostly considered these dreams to especially be "noise" not about anything. It was just a place I went sometimes at night. These dreams were mostly in middle and high school.