I don't dream if I've smoked. Or remember them, anyway.

That's probably a good thing though, because I *always* think they're real, and they're usually violent, physically or emotionally and generally both. I vividly remember dreams of werewolves and crowbars, blood on white clothes and no mercy, just mindless rage. Ahh, the younger years.

I used to sleep walk, but I never remembered it, and this was when I was a teenager and almost completely drug free, except for the rare toke.

I used to have violent outburst-type dreams about my father, but they have faded away, not sure if thats a good thing or not, but at least I don't wake up my wife yelling and trying to smack her because of the dreams. In fact anymore, I try not to wake up at all, dreams or not. I guess dreams are for the young.