I have a couple of friends who always make my dreams seem puny and inadequate and well, pedestrian. But I like to hear about them, and dream vicariously though them.
However, last night I had a good 'un; a proper running, jumping, adventure dream. I had to rescue my nephews favourite toy as it dropped into a pond, but then it apparently was suddenly a river, which flowed to the ocean. I swam to the bottom and found it. At some point, then, I met a giant starfish. I have no recollection of the rest of it, but rather worringly, I remember that I somehow mutated this scenario into a sexy time.