I'd ask that you try to make them in sync with typical dream cognition (i.e. our capacity for critical thinking is so low that we have no expectations about how reality 'should' be and we don't recognize contradictions in the dream narrative) but you don't have to. I'll start.
I'm in a forest, the leaves are orange and red because it's autumn and I'm looking up at a gray sky (I love gray skies). Nearby there's a woman singing the a capella of America's 'The Last Unicorn' (there are a lot of songs I'd love to hear in my dreams) but she's out of sight. It looks like it's about to rain. Before I looked up I noticed a shining bright light forming ahead of me but thought nothing of it, when I bring my head down I see a unicorn galloping toward me, still shining white. She stops as she sees me. It's raining lightly when I walk out cautiously toward her. We look at each other with some solemnity for a while before I reach out and touch her on her nose. She sends me memories and 'thoughts' (no words) telepathically- her looking up at the moon, the understanding that unicorns come from star seed, swimming in the ocean. I return the gesture and send her a memory of being a little boy, waking up early in the morning so my mother can walk me to my baby sitter's (I remember I loved waking up early and being outside at night when I was maybe as young as 3). When the link is broken the unicorn is gone and I walk away. Along the path I meet the woman who was singing earlier (she's wearing bell bottoms and a flower in her hair like some 60s hippy) and without saying anything we both understand that the other has seen the unicorn at some point in their life. She looks down and smiles slowly as we near each other before she wraps her arms around my shoulders and we make eye contact for a while before we kiss. When we go our separate ways I realize that the unicorn gave me a gift, if I share the memory the unicorn gave me with others it will take away their pain.
I'm walking out of some woods when I see a little cottage and an old woman in front sweeping the stoop.
Again, it looks as if it's about to rain so she calls to me and says, "Come in, before you get wet."
So I go in her little cottage. When inside she asks me if I want something to eat and I say yes so she leaves me to go get some food. I'm waiting for a while and she's still not back so I go looking for her. In her backyard, where her garden is, I see a unicorn tending to her crops and I understand that it's her (a common theme in dreams, where a person changes in some way but you don't notice, you understand that they're the same person from before). I see a tree with some nectarines so I pick a few and she follows me back inside but when I see her again, she's an old woman. We sit on a couch near a fireplace eating the nectarines and she tells me about how magic first came in to the world.
At one point she says, "I knew you once... as a little girl," and I look to her and say, "I don't remember."
Then she tells me to go get some firewood for the fireplace and she'll meet me in front. So I find some firewood lying around in the backyard and dump it in the fireplace before I find her on the front stoop of the cottage but she's a young teen girl now and she gives me this curious, mischievous look that fills me with excitement.
"The sun is setting," she says, and I sit down beside her.
We look up at the purpleish sunset and my favorite part of Jeffrey Thompson's 'Child of a Dream' is playing in the air around us (I could change it to some other ambient music I like, like Refraction 1.33 by Carbon Based Lifeforms). She goes in after a while and comes out with a blanket that she covers us both with before kissing me on my cheek and laying her head on my shoulder. It's getting dark now and I'm looking up at the stars and the moon.
"Will you be here when the leaves change colors?"
I reply, "As surely as the sun rises."
This might become a new hobby of mine, writing out the dreams that I wish I could have (I suppose I *could* have them, but I probably won't). It might be a lot of fun to share them with people. If it were up to me, when a person (human or non-human animal) died they would spend the rest of eternity in a beautiful dream. It makes sense, we dream when we sleep, why can't we dream after we die.
The next one might be a 3-dimensional version of The Lower Decks. I'm on the Cerritos with D'evana Tendi (the last girl I had a crush on. Yes, I know she's a cartoon). We're supposed to be working on a way to get me back to my own parallel universe but we end up breaking the rules so I can stay in her universe with her.