I have pet parakeets in real life, and somehow they landed in my dream last night. Along with them however, was a falcon or some predatory bird that wanted to eat them. It scared me greatly and I remember talking and crying about it to a faceless person. Another snippet of my dream had to do with my last day of school. I guess that moment haunts me. I was walking through a room and saw some students taking tests. That was either followed or was preceded by me  being transported into an alternate dimension.

Nowadays my dreams are like short stories. Vignettes, even. Little scenes that are non sequitur. When I dream, they all feel connected, but when I wake up, they just seem separate, as if a bunch of subjects were put into a hat and chosen randomly.