Hurrah! A GOOD question about dreams, that isn’t “I dreamed about my crush what does it mean?”!
I think it is worth it. Some of my dreams have also inspired creative writing, and some of them are just so much fun I wanted to dream them again. A few years ago I had a series of dreams, all different, in which I was leading a life very much like Indiana Jones. One in Cairo, one in Eastern Europe somewhere, even one on a tropical jungle island. I wish I’d kept notes about them.
Some time around 1998 or so I had a very vivid dream in which I was someone else, and I was travelling up through the USA with my wife and two teenage children. It was a sort of post-apolcalyptic scenario and we were on the run but I never saw who was pursuing us in the dream. I knew that we were headed for the Canadian border; there was a feeling that once we reached there we would be safe. At one point we sheltered for the night in a rusty old locomotive and I remember spreading out a map of the state to see where we were, and where we were going. That map was firmly imprinted on me and when I woke I remembered it clearly. So I looked it up in an atlas the next day and it was as plain as day; we were in North Dakota and headed straight for Winnipeg.
Many years later, in Second Life, I almost died of shock when I found the locomotive again, exactly as I remembered it in the dream.