I dream often... always in color. I need to keep paper and pencil by the bed to write down details. Sometimes it's all in the details.
My best friend died of breast cancer in 2003. For one year I dreamed of her so often and we were always looking for her. She would pop out of very strange places... like from between the cushion and the chair... or from a floorboard of a cabin. After one year I no longer had the dreams. I figure she was finally at peace.
I have often looked up my dreams, as they are so vivid.