I have only one dream. It is linked to many other dreams, I think, but I only remember it as one full dream.
I am at first, flying through the air. Watching what happens to the world. Then, the storms come, and I go down to the earth. It is storming wickedly. My favorite weather. I am on a ship which I landed on. I go about, doing what I need to to steer the ship. By myself. There are many of me, but just one of me. I keep the ship going, until suddenly, the ship begins to spiral downward. When I awaken in my dream, I stand armed. Nothing is left of the ocean I was in, nor the ship I was on. I stand on a mountain. I gaze about, noting nothing of the uniqueness of the world around me...
By then, I have finally awakened, and I have no idea what became of me after that. It is my favorite dream, but that may be because it is my only dream.
I find it interesting.