I very rarely recall any dreams, but when I do they usually are relatively odd and very vivid. The last dream that I can recall was several years ago - it was of my late father who was hanging out in a cave for some reason with a long carved hallway (candles and ferns everywhere) and what seemed like rooms carved off every 4 - 6 ft. or so. You could hear drops of moisture echo off the walls, but nothing appeared wet, and while each room didn't have a door, they had some sort of adornment hanging above each one (I just can't recall what). Any how, My step mother was there to visit, and I was more or less observing (I didn't have a real place in the dream). My father was in a room within the cave, their cat (a black manx they bought when they got together, but had since died) was laying about in front of the door, playing with the dust on the cave floor, and then, my dad said it wasn't time (like he was rejecting a visit), and my dream ended. Ironically, I had learned that my step-mother was in the hospital a few days after my dream (she had a hard attack, and subsequently a stint put in). She died about 2.5 years after said dream. Likely coincidence, but still a bit odd.