I don't usually remember my dreams ever with the exception of my pregnancies. When I was pregnant I would have the most off-the-wall dreams and I would actually remember them.
The best was shortly after I found out I was pregnant I had a dream that I had the baby but it wasn't a baby it was a chicken finger. So there I was feeding the baby/ckn finger in the high chair and my mom was there so I asked her why did my baby end up being a ckn finger? And she just looked at me nonplussed and said "Oh, sometimes that just happens." The weirdest thing about the whole thing is that in the dream I didn't find any of it at all weird.
My baby turning out to be food seemed to be a reoccurring theme in my dreams cause I also dreamed a had a real baby but it eventually turned into a head of lettuce and so I washed it in the sink. It must have something to do with at the time I worked in the food industry prepping food so maybe that's why - I dunno.
I wrote them all in the baby books so my kids could read them later and hopefully get a kick out of them.