One of my most vivid dreams of all time: I was not lucid.
I was standing on a grassy hill, amongst many bright green rolling hills, and few trees. The sky was an amazing blue. Now I realize what I was seeing was "dream colors."
A hippo died somewhere between the hills in front of me. I did not see the body, but I saw the hippo's spirit float up into the air, like a balloon, very slowly. I looked kind of like soap bubbles, not so vaporous. It had a huge grin on its face, and then it expanded as it rose, and dissipated.
I was ecstatic. Everything was so serene, happy, and bright. I was in a good mood all day.
I have had other dreams that were very crisp and realistic about being with my ex-wife while I was going through a divorce. I would depressed all day afterward.
Emotion seems to be connected to clarity for me.
Everything used to always be blurry for me in dreams, which is funny because I wear glasses, and it seemed my subconscious knew I was not wearing them.
Recently my dreams have had increasing clarity, especially after I started keeping a dream journal.
I love those HD photos, btw. They totally remind me of my vivid dreams. I think whoever said peripheral vision has perfect clarity in a dream is on to something. But, our minds create colors that don't exist... hmm...
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