From my personal observation, I've noticed that when the sun is crackling with sunpots and coronal mass ejections, I have the strangest, most far-out dreams. These dreams are unusual in that they're extremely vivid and often I feel like I've been transported to a different dimension. The last burst of sunspot activity, I went to sleep and 'woke up' in the dream, completely conscious and aware. My first thought was 'Oh, great. Where am I now?'
I'm not going to say that I don't enjoy these dreams. They're actually quite interesting and fun. Way more entertaining than television or any video game.
UPDATE: (01/11/10)
Bizarre dream of being in a very large airport and due to some trouble with rabble-rousers, I was late for a flight. The good thing was that I worked for the airline and have options for the flight. I could've rescheduled my flight for the next day or I could have pulled some strings with the ground crew to bring the flight back to the gate so that I could get on. I had options.
UPDATE (01/11/10)
Very strange sequence of events. Dreaming of H.H. the Dalai Lama and I was attending what seemed to be a teaching of his. Realizing that H.H. was seated on the floor instead of on the teaching throne, I was a little taken aback. Everyone else in the crowd was bowing with their heads in their laps and I was standing, so I sat down quickly and did the same. In the dream, I very informally asked H.H. what was going on, as he was quite close to me on the floor. Then one of his attendants came to me and said, "H.H. would like to give you something. It will protect you." Then the attendant put a stone necklace around my neck made of alternating long and short brown, muddy colored stones. I thought, in the dream, 'protect me from what?'
Later on, a Rinpoche or some famous high lama that I might have been in the service of (?) asked me to prepare a meal for him. So, I was putting some items in the basket, like breads, fruit and arranging them for presentation. I was very nervous and exciting about making offerings to the high lama. Then I walked up a flight up stairs that were in disrepair, some steps had large holes eaten away in the wood, very unsteady. I remember climbing those stairs before and they were in better condition.
Then I came to the area where the lama was. The area was roped off, like it was a restricted area and I knew that I shouldn't step over the rope to go in but I did any way with my tray of food. The lama was very displeased, very wrathful and scolded me for going across the barrier. I bowed before the lama and presented the tray. The lama seemed to be pleased but was still ranting and making a huge scene. He asked me to bow down to him with full prostrations and accept him as my guru. I thought this was very strange. I started to make my prostration and he laughed loudly, like he duped me into doing something.
In a instant I remembered a passage from The Vimalakirti Nirdesa about a monk who was fooled into prostrating to Mara disguised as Indra/Sakra. I also remembered something about demons masquerading as Tara or other holy deities. Then I started to mention very casually that I was given a gift by H.H. the Dalai Lama, "I was given something by His Holiness..." The demon-lama started to laugh again and mock me by saying, 'his holiness'. Then I knew exactly who it was. I couldn't speak the word but I knew. So, I struggled to say the word outloud.
I said, "Mara!" He looked at me in anger and the dream ended. When I said it, I heard myself say it in the dream and outloud as I woke up, like I was speaking in my sleep.