Ha ha, interesting thread!  I pretty much always remember my dreams and they're usually very peculiar.  I think my silliest one ever involved going into some toilets where there was a family like the Von Trapp family but all their instruments were invisible.  I was trying to step over an invisible Tuba when a sliche of quiche started to shuffle out of one of the cubicles.  The whole family went "Heeeeere's Gretel!"  Then I was complaining about a purse that had too many zips on it, but I was calling them "laps" and I was actually referring to the annoying recaps you get at the beginning of soaps like Neighbours.

Last night was fairly tame compared to that - there was some kind of evil thing chasing me, but it was masquerading as other objects.  I knew if it touched me I'd die, but I didn't know the objects were "it" until I realised they weren't quite right and they started to come nearer to me (I think that's from an episode of Red Dwarf actually!).  I realised the "thing" was reading my mind and decided to just think about a milk bottle and say "milk milk milk milk" so that it couldn't turn into anything that could move.  Then I went for a walk up the side of a mountain (still saying milk milk milk..) and had to climb up big piles of records, stepping on people's shoulders.

Maybe I should lay off the cheese. 

This doesn't qualify as a dream but there is r3ok involvement. Sort of. Does anyone else have Doppelganger Days, when you keep seeing people that look like someone you know? Yesterday I saw an older version of Martle and Richard Barrett sat next to me on the bus. Well not really, but I had to do a double take. Of course neither were as stunningly good looking as the originals

I tend to have episodic dreams, some of which take place in a house which I have never been to but it is always the same house, with wooden balconies and twisting stone stairs and the same people (some of whom I do know but the rest are strangers.)

Often dreams are just a replay of what has happened in the last 24 hours but mixed and muddled.  Last night I dreamt I was on a raft in the dark with some (friendly) tigers and the Sirens with lyres were beckoning us towards the rocks.  The tigers and I were not afraid for the raft was piled high with pineapples.  I know why I dreamt that, because I had been looking at The Sirens and Ulysses by Wm. Etty, newly restored, and rather overdosing on Pre-Raphaelites and Victorian pictures in the art gallery!

Jung said dreams reveal more about the dreamer than the dreamer will ever know.  Now, Ruby, what does your dreaming about Alex James tell us about you?  Or is it all a Blur? 

That said, I did once have a dream I was hugging Jimmy Saville, and I certainly don't have any inclinations in that direction...    That was probably more to do with the fact that we'd seen him on Ilkley moor having a cup of tea on a plastic chair outside a little snack van.  Classy. 

Oops. My sloppy punctuation Completely separate doppelgangers, Mart

I dreamt it was autumn, and the bright orange leaves were rapidly (within a few minutes) being torn off the trees by the wind. 

Sounds most definitely like a nightmare Tommo if it's got Clarkson in it