The world of dreams is fascinating. Generally, I do not remember the dreams and I'm very sorry. I like to listen and read dreams stories. They insist in a very curious way on the real and manage their own syntax.
My grandmother, who, as is natural in an old man, thought about her own death, told me about a dream she had. It was a dream in which she flew over a river and contemplated the sown fields and the sea and mountains where she spent her childhood. Paradoxically, this topic of life presented him with death, or rather, the hereafter, not as a fearsome place, but as locus amoenus.
Many years have passed since that story and many years since his death. The memory of his story is always tied in my memory to the memory of his last days.
But, beyond personal interests, as you pointed out at the beginning of your post, dreams are a valuable literary material, and Shakespeare, a master of masters, understood it well. The dream and its relation to literature, imagination and human forms of representation is a topic of reflection for many levels of work.
Thank you for sharing, @honeydue.