I tend to get vague, fuzzy, dreams that I barely remember once I wake up. I had a dream last night, and I remember having it, but I don't remember the dream itself at all. The latest dream I remember was about three nights ago. I was playing Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks with my siblings, but I think I was also in the game? A little unclear. And then I was fully in the game, and we found some kind of easter egg... But then I got knocked off into the water and started drowning. It wasn't really unpleasant, just confusing.

So yeah. I don't really remember my dreams. I've been trying to teach myself to lucid dream lately, but I'm having a bit of trouble making it happen. I try to meditate and focus on being aware of and remembering my dreams before I go to bed, but I don't think I've made much progress. Does anyone have any tips? 

Same here! I had a dream once, and it actually made sense for once, so I wrote a story about. I'll copy and paste the story onto here .  

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Akela who lived in a desert world. Akela was alone, an orphan, and had wandered around the desert for three years. She was still a small child, barely five, when she found Basmaia, an oasis town at the far eastern reaches of her desert world. Basmaia was a hub of activity, with bustling streets and marketplaces filled to the brim with men in dusty sandals and thin cotton pants, and women dressed in flowing clothes with bright colors and breathtaking patterns. Children ran through the crowds laughing and squealing as they chased after each other. A woman at the edge of the town saw Akela and took her to The Warriors. The Warriors protected Basmaia from the evil magic of The Flood, an organization intent on destroying the bustling towns and cities scattered across the desert. The Warriors were trained to fight, but they also helped the locals with everyday tasks: fetching water, carrying goods, etc. Upon Akela's arrival, The Warriors took her in as if she were their daughter. She was to live in The Warriors' tower under the watchful eye of Isra, The Warriors' leader. Isra was a calm but powerful woman, with the same black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin as everyone in the desert. Akela's room was right next to hers on the top floor of the tower. The tower was hundreds of feet tall, with more stories than anyone cared to count. At the very top of the wall on the highest floor, there was a large circular window that, when it reflected the sun, glittered like a jewel. The tower had many twisting passageways and staircases that led to corridors and rooms. The walls, ceilings, and floors looked as if they had been painted with a set of watercolors: splotches of purple or red or yellow might be found on a lime green background, or tiny black flecks might dot a turquoise floor. In this colorful paradise, Akela was never bored. The tower also had a basement that was four stories deep that held prisoners from The Flood. As the years passed, The Warriors discovered that Akela held a special power to transform into a chameleon. This earned her the nickname 'Rainbow' because she liked to change colors. A favorite game of hers was to turn into a chameleon and hide somewhere in the tower, her color matched to that of the wall or floor on which she waited patiently to leap up and startle a passerby. Akela was playing this game five years after she came to The Warriors when a boy about her age walked past. She decided to follow him to see where was going. He walked down one set of stairs, then another, then another. Finally Akela's curiosity got the better of her and she turned back into a girl. "What the-" said the boy, frightened by Akela's sudden appearance. "Where are you going?" Akela asked. "To the prison cells. I wanted to see how many people are down there," answered the boy. At that he set off, Akela right behind him. On and on they walked, until finally they reached the cells. The pair passed many empty rooms and a few with prisoners in them. Some glanced up while others seemed not to notice, and one gave them a smile. Then, as they rounded a corner, their eyes fell upon a strange sight: there appeared to be an abnormally large dog in the cell to their immediate right. "Are you a dog?" Akela asked. The prisoner looked up. "Why, yes, I happen to be just that. I was once a normal dog like any other, but one day The Flood destroyed the town I lived in. My master, Tupelo, was killed and The Flood took me with them for their experiment. They gave me the mind of a human, as well as the size of one, but I am still a dog. But now that Tupelo is gone, I have no-" His story was cut off as the three heard the crack of lighting. "It's The Flood," said the dog. "They've come." Water flooded in from nowhere, and the water was rising swiftly. The pair of children were stunned, and the water had risen to their knees by the time they came to their senses. "Run!" the boy yelled. They trudged to the staircase, the water slowing them down. Soon the water was waist deep, and though they gained height with each staircase they climbed, the water caught up when they ran through halls and rooms. As they scaled the stairs to the final floor, Akela recalled a summer night long ago when she raced Isra up those very stairs. They were laughing, and Isra told her, "One day you will be a fine Warrior, and you will lead in my place." Akela had always longed to be a true, trained Warrior, but she was not old enough yet. As the top floor filled with water, Akela was forced to swim to keep her head above the water, but still it kept rising. Soon she could feel the ceiling brushing against the top of her head. As the water enveloped her head, she gasped for a final breath. Suddenly an idea came to her. Squinting her eyes so that little water got in, she swam to the window, and, pushing with all her might, Akela forced the window open. All at once the water flooded out, and the survivors gasped for breath. But Akela was swept out with the waters, and they pulled her out into the open air. As she fell, Akela looked to the stars and heard Isra's voice whispering, "I knew you were a Warrior."

Sorry - it's really long 

The worst nightmares I've ever got were when I had fever. Like, there's one with just lights and noise and shapes and everything is changing and shifting and arguing and flashing and screaming and pushing and growing and shrinking and crying... *shudders* It's unpleasant. 

Sometimes I'll have dreams that are absolutely horrifying, terrifying, monstrous, and yet they're not nightmares. They don't scare me. Until I wake up. Then I remember them. And I'm shocked. 

There was on where everyone around me, family, friends, strangers, were dying from some horrible disease. And I was just not touching people, trying not to catch it. But it wasn't a nightmare. It didn't frighten me until I woke up.

Enough about nightmares.

A few years ago I had a recurring dream fairly often. It started in my school. I would go through a door and there were... Owls? Yeah, owls. Human sized ones. *shrugs* But then I had to choose another door, and then another, like a maze. There were owls and machinery everywhere. But the dream would always end pretty quickly. 

I used to have déjà vu all the time. Lately I've been having it a lot less, but there were times when an entire day would feel like déjà vu. I wonder if déjà vu really is related to dreams.