See, I don't know if it's that I don't dream in color or that I just don't remember colors. Even my memories, while extremely visual and vivid, are in B&W, it seems, unless something really pops out. The best example of this is a JoyE concert; my memories are in B&W, except for Ronnie's RED bandana. So I may actually dream in color, but I only remember my dreams in B&W... but I think it ends up meaning the same thing.

This may explain also why I generally have no taste for color. I'm sure most people look at the walls in my room and think they are hideous, but I rather like them.