I've stopped dreaming. I rarely have dreams anymore and if i do, it's not interesting as when i was younger. My dreams were so amazing, if it could be downloaded, it would blow people away as it was so creative and grand. Everything was always so huge too. I would even dream about a whole 'nother planet i was living on and taking a subway or type of train from one to another city but i can't really describe it. i remember seeing a university but it was a skyscraper of sorts and it was monolithic. it looked like a combination of a multi-tiered parking garage with these strange lights coming from it but different jagged shapes on different sides but i knew it was a university. even though i describe it, it's not really accurate because i've never seen any building like it here and that is just one of them. i remember the sky was hazy that day. the planet must have been the size of a large star. And it wasn't just the physical as i had a sense of the society, politics, and a very long, deep rich history as if it was real. what i knew was that society was older than the history of mankind here. even the people in it, i also knew about their lives, personality and their dreams/goals too. it's like i was god and i created that. it was grand. A lot of the evil or violence etc is not part of that society, it would be alien. it's not even the same universe. i remember in the dream 'world' meant literally another universe entirely. i remember mumbling it to myself within the dream as i was surveying the surroundings as if my understanding of it was coming partly through osmosis and partly through something from deep within the recesses of my memory. The part that is the most difficult is it can't be explained because there is no reference point here to do so accurately. it was just different. It's nothing like here and a different civilization. The brain is amazing in how it can create and fuse information to come up with something new. I"ve never even seen anything so amazing even from sci-fi movies to relate it. Now my dreams, if i have any, are just rehashing what happened mundanely in my everyday life with people in it i don't like but had to be stuck with for one reason or another. very dull, even depressing. it almost feels like i cut off from some aspect of myself. that i've finally accepted that is my reality for now is here and the other is but pipedreams by dreaming of such places. but it makes me still wonder if it exists in some way and i traveled there. what fascinated me most is the dream didn't seem just my imagination at work but that i went somewhere i had known before or remembered something long before here, like i was going back to a different time and place.