I love my dreams, they are precious to me.

However, lately I have noticed if I do not remember my dreams when I wake up I feel as if I am missing something and a feeling of emptiness comes over me.

Does anyone else feel this way?

Yes, exactly the same way.

I've been remembering less of my dreams/having less vivid, beautiful ones as of late, and so their hold on me has dwindled a bit.

However, there was a time where you could almost say that I was a bit addicted to dreaming. I wanted to dream all day. When I'm having a dream that I don't want to be woken from, I will sometimes end up sleeping for a long time.

The feeling that I get from remembering certain dreams is a bit like that I get from music or movies, but deeper. There are moments that can't be replicated in my waking life (thus far), not only in their absurdity, but emotionally. It's hard to explain. It's a bit like when I look back points of my childhood, when I was a particularly imaginative thing.

I think it goes on and off for me but lately I haven't had too many vivid dreams. Have you introduced and new chemicals to your body lately? I always found that drug and food changes mess with whether I have dreams or not.

I very rarely remember my dreams these days.

Though, I just had a very vivid one of my mother stalking me to a new city and telling the handful of new friends I'd made vicious lies about me and the now ex-friends ended up going to court to try to get me involuntarily committed.

I'm kinda glad that dream ended. : /

Nope, no new chemicals.

i dislike not remembering my dreams because more oft than not my dreams are a lot like real life, where i clean and cook and feel harried / do other shit. if i don't remember the dream then i don't remember if i had conversations or not, and have to ask if i get a feeling of deja vu, presque vu or worse, jamias vu.

After about a half year of not remembering my dreams I've been having them every night these days. They're all very strange though.
Last night I had a dream where I invented a machine that pierces the user's back with four syringes which are hooked up to a machine that controls distribution of a green oozing drug. This drug causes intense euphoria, dream like hallucinations, and honed focus on logical reasoning. I wore the machine around without removing the syringes and I had the machine timed to drug me at every other waking hour. Along with that I had a cocaine habit which I'd replenish in public washrooms.
I was talking to my friend and asked him where he'd been when we had a late night/morning barbecue. He said "At 2 or 3 murder I was walking home from work". I asked him "Murder? Why'd you say that?" He said "I didn't say murder, I said mrrmrr". I replied with "No, you said murder. Why would you accidently say murder?" Then the machine started oozing the green fluid into my back. This made me start thrashing my arms around and smiling while staring my friend in the eyes. My friend then left the building with a terrified look on his face.
A day later I looked on a social network site and my friend had shaved his head, had a deranged look on his face and had his arms around two women that resembled the average image of a prostitute. I snorted a line of coke and then woke up.