When I'm in a bad place, I tend to have a lot more nightmares, period.
I always dream. Good place, bad place, I always dream. Lucid, memories, universes, clustershucks of silliness, lives and lifetimes.
Past 3 years has been a pretty bad place. Not so long ago (6mo?) I got snarky about my nightmares, and after waking up I laid back down, turned over and deliberately went back to finish the sucker. Night after night. Well, screw you too, nightmare. I'd love to say that it ended them, but it didn't. It was kind of cathartic. I'm not afraid of my nightmares, never really have been, even waking up in full terror. I just got really stubborn about allowing the fear to wake me up and keep me up. The less sleep I get, the more nightmares I have when I'm awake. (Flashbacks, hallucinations, etc.).
Most of the time my nightmares are like living movies. Full color, sound, senses. Sometimes I'm reliving things with the same feelings, other times I have new feelings about them. Or things happen in them that didn't in real life. Events change, shift, and slide. Sometimes the patterns are obvious (my brain shuffling a deck of "what ifs"). Other times they're random.
Sometimes, lately, I've been down to one sense, or two. Taste has been huge, lately. Gross. Also pain. Not a lot of fun.