What Dreams May Come....Need To Go Away

Sorry guys, this might be serious for a minute.

Is anyone else amazed at how powerful dreams are? I'm not talking dreams like "Someday I dream to be president" or "I dream of a better future for all mankind". I mean the kind of dreams that frequently find me merrily playing on a swingset naked, although I don't seem to notice until it's too late, or the kind of dreams that have me surrounded by snakes while I'm paralyzed by an fear a la Indiana Jones.
I woke up this morning and was absolutely amazed by my dreams. My dreams have the power to recall people in absolute clarity and accuracy, people that had begun to fade in my memory to the point where I could not exactly recall what they look like, what their voice sounds like, how they tilt their head when they talk. Apparently that information wasn't forgotten, just buried.
Not only did my subconcious remember details like appearance, it remembered the pain (emotional) associated with this person. Pain that hasn't been pain in years. Literally, years. And it wasn't just in my dream, I woke up this morning with my stomach clenched, a dull ache in my chest and a fairly unhappy outlook on my life. The first two are alright, but the third one rarely ever happens. So here I sit, trying to talk myself out of a spurt of depression brought on solely by long forgotten memories.
Now, if I could only start dreaming about all the crap I did when I was wasted so I could finally know exactly what people are laughing about. And where I put my damn house keys.