I just got turned onto Jim Harrison, finished reading one of his novels--The Road Home. It was really very beautiful. Dealt quite a bit with displaced Native Americans. One passage that struck me (though I cannot actually find it right now)--the gist of it: one of the unspoken tragedies of the displaced Native American, their dreams are no longer their own. Because dreams are rooted in personal myth, and myth sprngs from place.
Not sure if this is true, of course. And I certainly did not say it nearly as poetically, BUT it got me thinking about (on a much smaller scale) about how dreams change with location. As in, I dream very differently in a hotel. And what got me thinking this in the first place--I often take a nap at 6 or 7AM (I get up very early), and it's always on my sofa. On the sofa I have the most bizarre dreams. Very quick, very intense. Often aware, not necessarily lucid-just the awareness of dreaming. Very often I experience sleep paralysis. When I'm in bed, however, nearly never.