I remember a dream I had that was along the lines of the blue-dress.
The dream didn't have color. It was pretty much different shades and textures of white.
There was a women, who didn't speak, dressed in a white robe. She used thought messages to get her message across. She held a large book and the edges were all in gold. She pointed to one word:
When I woke, I didn't know what that word was, so I looked it up. It was the perfect anecdote to what it was I was going through.
I had this dream after I kindly requested my previous LOUD guide to allow a replacement. His voice was a booming one that would catapolt me off the mattress, it was so loud, and I just couldn't take it anymore, lol.