I have crazy, colorful dreams that I frequently remember. Most of the time they're insignificant to me, but I've recently begun to write some of them down. I had one last week that was a perfect metaphor, so obvious in meaning a child could have analyzed it. It's in my notebook. And it's personal, so you don't get to hear about it.
But I'll tell you this. Last night, I had three dreams I remember. In them I 1) was offered a job; 2) found a really nice home to rent; and 3) had amazing sex. Glad to know my conscious mind and subconscious mind are on the same page.