I rarely dream. Or, if I do, I don't remember it, so I don't know it.
Last night I had the most realistic dream; I dreamt we were at war. I was driving down Rt. 40 (minor 4-lane highway) with my mom. It was a bright sunny day. All of a sudden, a shadow fell over the car, and I looked down at the road to see the clear shadow of a rocket/projectile. We watched as it landed three cars ahead of us, before detonating. At that point, I whipped the car around and headed in the other direction, driving down the wrong side of the road.
That's all I can remember.