I never remember my nightmares, but I do get some kickass dreams.
The most recent one I remember was that I was in some swimming college, that I took a sketch of immediately after waking up. Now, this place was HUGE. The diameter was at least twenty miles across. The campus was mostly shallow, light blue water about 30 feet deep with big rocks jutting out as a building scattered around, at least half a mile (or almost a kilometer) away from each other at closest. It was bordered by huge, Roman aqueduct-looking things that you could see from one end to the next with ease. Also, Halo loomed over in the background for some wierd fucking reason even though the main rock clearly said "MIAMI-DADE SWIMMING COLLEGE". And the day/night cycle was Minecraft-speed, allowing light green lights to illuminate the water from below.
From there it's a blur until suddenly, I'm at a starting line on one border. The task is to swim all those miles to the other side and back, where the teacher will be waiting for us. He fires what I clearly remember as a Colt Anaconda in the air, and we all take off.
Jesus FUCK we were swimming fast. With little effort, I remember zooming through at least 70mph. Oh my GOD that felt awesome. After some swerving and shit, I was neck-to-neck with some girl. I'm in front, she's in front, we're alternating as the checkpoint on the other side was getting bigger. When we got there, we saw we had to climb up some small tube with little platforms, like in Chuck-E-Cheese's but cylindrical. She got to it first, but I was able to get through the tube first and won. We hug, talk a little, and she walks out some door to the side of the blue platform.
So I start heading back, and I spot a friend walking on the floor under one of the big rocks that was arch-shaped (forgot to say gravity worked perfectly fine under the water if you wanted it to, and you could breath). I crash into him (purposefully), we talk for a bit, and I head back, though not as fast since I felt relaxed.
So I get there, one of my big black friends named Tom tells me I was disqualified, and I don't remember anything from then on.
The best part is I fucking hate swimming, always have and always will.