I've always had absolutely spectacular and vivid dreams.
I had one last night that is too disturbing to talk about, yet sophisticated enough to be written into a Hollywood thriller movie script.
Here is an example of one that I had when I was in the process of becoming ill with the AN and had yet to be diagnosed:
I am in a bookstore occupying the top floor of a high rise building, overlooking a spectacular panoramic cityscape bathed in the radiant red and orange light of sunset. As I'm standing before a window marveling at the awesome beauty and magnitude of the scene I'm also deeply impressed with the progress of civilization. It then occurs to me that all is not well in this seeming paradise and that there are problems just as enormous and deadly as the sweeping panorama before me is beautiful. I become filled with a subtle dread. Turning away from the window there is a man, apparently a cashier or clerk, sitting behind a counter. I asked him a simple question that, while outwardly couldn't be more vague and bare boned, was, in my mind, concerning not only the condition of humanity but also the state of my personal health, as I was in the process of becoming ill with a brain tumor at that time. I asked him, "Are we all right?" Without missing a beat he answered flatly and in a very clipped and matter-of-fact manner, "No".
