Can what we experience in a dream be considered a good or bad experience?

If you want to, why not?

I think you can say the dream was pleasant.....I would call that a good experience.

That is an incredibly complex question, which borrows from constructs that I would say are not reality, whilst at the same it fundamentally asks 'What is reality?'

Firstly the constructs ..... "Good & Bad" are religious constructs, they do not exist, they are pre-defined perceptions. There are activities which we perceive to have taken place, i.e. things happen ... But there is no meaning to anything. It is only when our species attributes something as being 'good' or 'bad' that it becomes 'a something'.

The reason religion invented these constructs is because without a hell, there can be no heaven; there can be no control of the masses without fear. Religion is of course, a structured social control mechanism ..... Even today we can see that in the less educated populations of the world, so the more uninformed people are, then the stronger their 'devotion' to these 'beliefs' which they have been fed from birth.

It is an unequivocal fact that we as a species understand next to nothing about our situation ... The fundamental is that we do not understand 'time'. We created linear time for ourselves so people could accurately navigate and write a travel timetable that had some meaning ..... But the time of the surrounding universe is completely elusive to us and our knowledge

We know it is certainly neither static nor linear. The upshot is that we have no clue about distance and so therefore, no idea of scale. Have you ever seen the film MiB when there is an entire culture in a left luggage locker in the railway station? That is us. LOL, maybe. We simply do not know.

An example of time as we see it ..... We know for example that if one watches a wave break onto a beach, that is no different to a mountain range breaking into the valley below .... Only passing time as perceived by our species differentiates them as activities.

Ultimately therefore the only experiences we can define with any sort of accuracy are those which happen entirely inside of our minds ... We cannot trust our senses per se, plus of course our senses are entirely personal .... When Mr A sees a colour, such as 'red' .. then I have no clue what he sees, any more than he sees what I do.

In essence then; if you enjoyed something in the privacy of your own mind, then yes it was an experience ..... Whether it was positive or negative is as you perceived it to be.

Have a nice dream.

You seem conflicted in your world view. You rely on your objectivity yet deny that such is possible.

Any real car nut knows that we all recognize Ferrari Red when we see it. Other examples exist.

Be assured I do not 'do' arguing on the internet; but I am not conflicted and have little time for people following me about.

Yes there is Ferrari red for sure ..... But what the colour is which anyone actually sees it is entirely personal to them.

In fact, therefore, you might see Ferrari red as a colour I would deem to be blue ... This is called logical fact.

Having asked my Dr of Psychology wife if this explanation makes perfect sense, she assures me it does; So I will leave you to find my point.

Adieu, which is not au revoir.

Ah the French! Gotta love em. They arrive, give their advice and tell you to piss off. But I love to argue because it is the heart of logic and understanding, even if, or especially if, it is with oneself.

On the color 'Red': How do you account for the fact that the same frequency of light that we name 'red' corresponds consistently with with what a spectrometer would indicate, if 'red' is arbitrary in your head? I suppose if one were color blind that might explain your opinion. It’s not logical though.

But my first reply clearly offended you and for that I am sorry. That was not my intent.

When I was a student I had a very graphic gynecological dream about a fellow student. I was at a party or something, you know what dreams are like, she was in another room.

Next thing I knew I was taken on a guided tour of her vagina and it wasn’t nice at all. It was like something out of H.P Lovecraft all tubes, tentacles and wotnot. She even had a baby up there, but not a real one, a plastic doll. Then she started to give birth, only it wasn’t just the baby it was the womb as well, and all manner of other weird ****,all accompanied by a soundtrack from a horror film.

She wasn’t someone I’d had much to do with beforehand, I think I might have spoken to her on two or three occasions but that was about it.

Afterwards I avoided her like the plague, I couldn’t look at her without feeling physically sick and I couldn’t talk to anyone about it.

I don’t think it was a good experience.