My dreams, though often scoring high on the WTF spectrum, usually have a coherent storyline that I can follow. I blame this on having an eye for creative details and always wanting to get to the nitty-gritty of a fictional setting, although I really don't mind, as it gives me some very nice dreams that I can follow and remember easily - if they play nice and come to me right before I wake up, that is.
The first dream that I ever remembered the next morning (and all days afterwards) was when I was six years old. I was playing outside with some friends when suddenly this man with a classy top-hat and a large raincoat showed up and told us to go play elsewhere. So we did, but then he showed up later again and told us the same. When he told us for the third time, he said ''that's enough'' and let a dog out. It was a big, black labrador and it bit me in my stomach.
Imagine my surprise when, three years later, my uncle shows up at the doorstep to show us his new dog. A big, black labrador. Cue flashback and startled jump. Fortunately for me, Morris the dog wasn't a biter.
Another I had when I was twelve years old, was something of a prophetic dream - I dreamt that we were going to Disneyland Paris with my entire family, including cousins and granpa and granma, where I ate some cotton candy and went through the Haunted House. A week later, I was notified by my mom that ''Surprise! We're going to Disneyland because granpa and granma are celebrating their fifty-year anniversary!'' I don't think I ate any cotton candy while I was there, though.
One I had recently was a mix between Supernatural (the tv-series), Pokémon, and some vaguely futuristic dystopian setting. I was a shopkeeper's assistant and our store sold things like pokéballs (pokémon included), occult objects like ritual books and mystical ingredients, and buddha statues. The old man who was my boss was a Mr. Myagi type although he didn't teach me any karate. We sold a Raichu, a blessed dagger and a few books before the Generic Government Agents in black suits and sunglasses came by and buried us in paperwork. Literally. I 'passed out' under the mountain of paperwork and had a 'dream' of a buddha statue coming to life and giving me a prophecy that he never finished because I wake up. In real life, not in my dream, that is.
Another was a cross between the modern-day part of Assassin's Creed, the Fast and the Furious (as far as the hot women and sexy cars part go, at least) and my old highschool. I was looking for my then-girlfriend in said school, going through some official channels like the dean but also the school cafeteria. After failing to locate her, I took a conveniently placed boat that was right outside the door of the school on the shore of a quite inconveniently placed lake (that wasn't there in reality, just to clarify) I went to some island, discovered a hidden cave, did a jumping puzzle and discovered I was in fact an Assassin. Cue some sirens, and I find myself looking at some hot chicks robbing a bank and getting away in a Lamborghini. Being notified that they were in fact Templars, I immediately gave chase in my own car (that I can't remember the brand of) through a highway tunnel, before a small Cessna plane came falling out of the sky, crashing directly into their car, as one of the wings broke off and bounced into my own, waking me up.
Tl;dr: Dreamtime usually means storytime for me.
