I've had many very strange dreams. A lot of them aren't exactly vivid; in fact, there was a period in my life where none of my dreams had sound, and it was very drab. I would never see people's faces, even if I knew who they were, and I understood them, but they never spoke. And it was always isolated; there was always this feeling of loneliness, but it was never quite sad...
A lot of my most vivid dreams were nightmares. I had one dream where there were people inside a large plantation house, and it was set on fire. One man was chased up a tree by a lion, and for some reason, that caused a lot of fear in me.
Another dream wasn't at all scary, but instead very beautiful; I rode a bike up to the top of a hill, and there was this little cafe. It was very cluttered with beautiful little novelty items, like wind chimes and blown glass and other homey items. In the back, there was a little porch that overlooked the entire valley completely, and in the distance you could see a storm, but it was far away, a melancholy presence that filled the air with the low sound of thunder and the sweet smell of rain. There was a group of little old ladies gossiping, and I took my homework there and sat down to listen to their wisdom, and that was the dream.
But most of my dreams now are just weird. I remember many of them, but they are so bizarre... I have vivid settings in my dreams, and a lot of times we're doing really strange things like learning to fly (that was in a dream where my school was a submarine and my aunt was teaching a class where we were supposed to jump off a pedestal a fly) or having a peeing contest (a dream where we were saving pokemon, then flew away in a jungle-jim-turned-spacecraft like the ones in Star Wars: Attack of the Colones. We flew to my grandma's house and had a peeing contest, which was awkward because I'm a girl and wasn't too good at aiming). A couple recurring themes are water, storms, empty cities, canyons, and flying machines.