The place we go while we are dreaming has always been a curiosity of mine. I have always loved the bible stories where dreams played an important role like when poor Joseph is warned through a dream that the King intends to murder his little baby and he needs to take a different travel route to keep hidden.
I had a dream the night before my birthday that I was over for dinner at Picasso's house. He had me shoot at him in the face with a squirt gun. I remember not wanting to but he insisted. The dream was very vivid and it has sort of haunted me on and off since.