Hmm I tend not to have such interesting dreams recently.  I found myself suffering from occasional, and absolutely terrifying, instances of sleep paralysis back a few years ago.  Thankfully, that seems to have stopped.

I remember having one dream a few years ago concerning somebody I only knew very slightly and didn't have any strong feelings for or against; in the dream he appeared as a flesh-eating zombie and I awoke just as he was biting into my leg.  I remember feeling a certain dislike of him, though knowing it was irrational, because of that.

I cannot often recall my dreams but the ones I usually do remember are usually the weird ones which are disturbing. 
Having said that, sometimes I have a nice dream and do remember it though!  For example, the other night I dreamt that I was walking on a beach collecting shells    .

Anyone else have or had predictive dreams?  I used to but grew out of them by about the age of 15.

Not just yours, Milly, My brain is pretty odd when I'm awake....but given free rein when I'm asleep it is truly wierd !!

xx That paralysis thing sounds DREADFUL!!! If it happened to me I'd be straight over to the phobia thread xxx

I once dreamed that Oliver Sudden was about to perform a new composition I'd written, but instead of playing he began by screaming incomprehensibly in a falsetto voice. The rest is, so to speak, history.

Happened to Stravinsky too, martle, but he capitalised on it (apparently).

"The octet began with a dream. I found myself (in my dream state) in a small room surrounded by a small number of instrumentalists who were playing some very agreeable music. I did not recognize the music they played, and I could not recall any of it the next day, but I do remember my curiosity (in the dream) to know how many musicians played. I remember that after I had counted them to the number eight, I looked again and saw that they were playing bassoons, trombones, trumpets, a flute and a clarinet. I awoke from this little dream concert in a state of delight, and the next morning, I began to compose the Octet, a piece I had not so much as thought of the day before. The Octet was quickly composed. The first movement came first and then the waltz in the second movement. After writing the waltz, I realized that it would be a very good theme for variations. I then wrote the "ribbons of scales" variation as a prelude introduction to each of the other variations. The final variation, the fugato, is the culmination of everything I had attempted to do in the movement, and it is certainly the most interesting episode in the whole octet. The point of the fugato is that the theme is played in rotation by the instrument pairs. The third movement grew out of the fugato and was intended as a contrast to the high tension point of the whole piece. Perhaps I had Bach's Two Part Inventions in mind while composing this movement. The Octet is dedicated to Vera de Bosset."

(From an interview with Robert Craft)

Something that experience has borne out for me: dreams about teeth falling out are often an indication of health problems (not necessarily dental).

Not in the way I think you mean, Jonathan. But I remember dreaming that I was condemned to death shortly before I found out in reality that my baby was on the way. Looked it up in a guide to dream interpretation and sure enough: dreams about one's own death usually indicate a profound change in a person's life which will shortly come about. The truth of it was borne out when a colleague at work told me about a dream in which she had seen herself laid out in a coffin. I told her she should prepare for a new arrival in the family and about a week later she confirmed that I had been right 

That does sound strangely like Cocteau's film Orphée, where the obsessed poet starts taking his work down in dictation from radio broadcasts from a mysterious other world that say things like:

'L'oiseau chant avec ses doigts. Une fois ...'

Kitty, re your question about dreams you remember much later: I don't know if this is what you mean but I often remember my dreams when something that happens in waking life jogs my memory, e.g. I'll dream something really weird about someone and not remember it at all until the next time I see them, at which point it'll suddenly come back to me and it takes me a while to realise that it only happened in a dream.

There's another story of an author, though I can't remember who, who is said to have woken up with great excitement having been granted a profoundly deep insight in a dream. He/she wrote it down and went back to sleep only to discover in the morning that it was:

Hogamus, higamus
Men are polygamous;
Higamus, hogamus
Women, monogamous.

It's a pretty good little poem even so.