When I was in my twenties, I hung out with the same woman in my dreams for several years. To this day, I can remember exactly what she looked like, the fragrance she wore, the clothes she liked, etc.
Several times a year I'd awaken from a dream with her in it. None of them were exciting or sexy, though. We were just doing normal, mundane things like riding in a cab, eating at a restaurant, sitting in a living room talking (yes, I do remember the furniture), etc. We were in a city somewhere, it was always night time, and the weather was usually cool and wet: rain, fog, etc.
