I don't dream much, but I do dream. When I was a child dreams were more usual, I think. Maybe I'm wrong. I usually dream about my town. I think the first dream I remember having involved me walking in a road next to my town's cemetery. Everything was full of mist, and people looked like like white cloudy figures.
I once dreamt about a gas station that was not there back then. A few months later it was. Other times I've dreamt about places in my town that do not exist. Once I saw a house that still doesn't exist, but in front of that house there was a playground with trees. The trees I saw them last week. They had not been there before either.
When I was a kid I would usually visit this room, it looked like a yard but the ground was made of something white, and it was surrounded by columns made of it as well. I was staring at people there from a corner surrounded by trees, by leaves. I have not returned there.