I COLLECT DREAMS.

Last night:

I'm over it now, though. Thank GOD. Well. it still scares me a little but I'm all good. Actually, this would make a cool horror game!

Once upon a time, I fell asleep and saw a dream where my parents asked me to go to the shop and buy a few things for them. I went to the store, and as soon as I returned, my parents and pets were nowhere to be seen.

I opened the door and what I saw was a bunch of jittery, retarded children and some of them had cereal in place of their brains (??) There was also a bitchy looking woman dressed in some weird dress straight out of a Pablo Picasso painting.

I asked her why you did this to my house and asked her to leave this place along with the retarded kids. The weirdo woman refused and said that she can take over this house because she has artistic beliefs (I have no idea what that means)
I went to reach for my cellphone, which I had left home but it somehow had a child lock in it. My computer somehow turned into an Altair 8800, too.
Then, the woman said "BE MY SLAVE SO WE CAN ASSIST THESE CHILDREN WITH ARTISTIC BELIEFS"
I responsed with a HELL NO, and the woman started raging and her head started swelling and suddenly she was of Godzilla size. I ran away and woke up.

In nutshell: My house was repossessed by an artistic daughterofabitch who turned it into an orphanage for brainless kids and then she turned into a giant.

I don't recall much of it, but there was this dream where I was on some kind of boat as a hostage. Whenever somebody did something our captors didn't like (And they were offended at even the most minute of things!), they took one of us below decks for torture.

Inevitably, I was taken below decks. I recall getting onto some kind of bed, similar to what you'd see in a doctor's office, and my captors where spouting various medical facts (height, weight, heart rate) with the addition of "Yeah, that's dead". They even tried to check my eyesight, but it didn't work too well. The device that they were using to check my eyes were filling with water, so I had to close them. Anyway, they had this machine in front of my face, pricked my lip with some kinda needle, then said, "Now, for each breath you take, you'll loose a little of your life". Or something to that effect. That's more or less when I woke up.

OK, just woke up from this one, which more closely resembles a bad sci fi movie plot than any sort of dream material. It was super vivid, like most of my dreams.

I was part of a group of people, or possibly all of humanity(?), who lived onboard a constantly moving train. The train was magically warded from the monsters and demons that inhabited the outside world. My little sister (who doesn't exist in real life) had been kidnapped and taken off of the train, somehow.

So me, my dad, Jack Bauer, Marty McFly, and Doc Brown (whom Marty McFly had just resurrected with dark magic after he'd been dead for twenty years) were teaming up to go save her. Or, to be more precise, Jack Bauer had already broken out of the train and left on his own, but the rest of us were planning to go help.

Also, House was on the train. He wasn't helping us though. All he did was go to a church service that my dad was preaching on the train, and leave in a suspicious hurry just before it was discovered that someone replaced the communion wafers with tequila-flavored bubblegum.

Friend's response to me telling about this dream: "Thanks for spoiling the plot to your next RPG."

author=PentagonBuddy
though I always feel like I'm never capturing a dream's "feel" accurately.

THAT, imo, is the big problem. An impression of ruining the dream and the power inside it by writing it down, because intangible with language, the one you talk when you're awake. And the result of years of writing them down (analysis) seems to give me reason : I have almost never remembered my dreams since then.