I have a ton of dreams, and they're always really vivid and usually tell a story. Usually I'm a spy or on some secret mission. Many of the dreams look as through they're set in the middle ages, the Tudor era, some during WWII, sometimes in a semi post-apocalyptic future, rarely any in the modern day. Some are in very strange worlds that I've never been too.
Frequently I have a love interest in the dreams, but there's always some sort of struggle that prevents us from being together. I'd say these dreams are the saddest because sometimes I feel very attached to that person, and upon waking, it's upsetting to know that they just don't exist.
The past month or so I've been having dreams about the same person, he's always in armor and usually wounded or injured on his arm. I try to care for the injuries, then realize I need something to dress them. The house has really big windows in the back, and there's a yard with a garden, there are always peonies and white lilies I think. When I go all the way past the garden, there's another garden with carefully trimmed hedges and a museum. What I need is always in that museum, but I get lost easily in there. There's a ballroom with blue and peach tiles on the floor, and usually I'm wearing a blue dress and silver dress, 16th century French. But I know I can't stay there, and that I have to help that man. And I wake up before I can get out.