I generally don't remember dreams. Not unless they're extremely remarkable and I wake up during them.

The first dream I remember was a nightmare. There was a dinosaur on the front lawn, and I was terrified it was going to stick its head through my second floor bedroom window and eat me.

Then there was the alien zombie cat nightmare. I can't remember that much except instead of fur, they had spikey things like a bush has, only glass. I don't know what would have happened if they'd caught up with us, but they walked around in a zombie cat fashion and uttered 'meow' at appropriate intervals. They walked, I ran away. At one point, after my family had hidden successfully, they were all gone. We went outside and our pet cat Boots came up to us, sprouted glass spikes and uttered 'meow'. We were all up on the propane tank when I woke up.
...and then I heard 'meow', and freaked out temporarily before realizing the cat probably just wanted to go out.

Later, I was into lucid dreaming. Some guys were chasing me. I was going down a beautiful river somewhere in the wilderness and I thought, 'The book says if I'm running from something I'm scared of, I should turn around and face it. I don't really feel scared though, so the hell with it.' I happily continued on down the river. This has pretty much been how my life has gone-- meandering down a river, not going anywhere in particular but enjoying the journey.