Usually I don't dream, there are few I remember with me moving through unfamiliar, unpersonal enviroments. Corridors, like in a school or university. I need to go somewhere, move all strange like in low gravity, jumping around, making 5 meter steps.
A snowy plain with a wooden hut in the center, a distinct feeling of danger in the air, I know it wants to kill me, whatever it might be, then suddenly a strange pool with warmwater and edges too high to reach.
That sort of thing. Nothing inportant or impressive.
The only thing really noteworthy is that one wet dream I ever had.
I was sleeping at a friend's, back in school.
> Some woman, easily 40
> sitting on me, fucking the living hell out of me
> mindshattering orgasm
I wake up from my orgasm, sweating, realize I'm still ejaculating. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Luckily I'm wearing pants, so I did not mess up the bed. Looking around me; all still asleep, it seems.
Sneak out of bed, squeeky wooden floor, ancient building (actually a monastery, don't ask), sneaking at the speed of light, still too slow. If anyone sees me now, I'm so gonna hear that for the rest of my life.
Reach the restroom, cleaning the mess in my pants up, adrenaline pumping like a motherfucker, blood still full of endorphins, grinning like an idiot, barely keeping myself from triumphant laughter.