what dreams may come

It's still snowing.

I'm increasingly dreaming science fiction short stories. I have noticed over the past months that my dreams are becoming less dream-like and more story-like anyway, which is possibly a side-effect. It is as if my subconscious has decided to become more literal and structured, if that makes any sense.
Anyway, I have started to jot down the more interesting dreams in a handful of words so I can remember them and make them into fully-fleshed short stories. Though sometimes, there is a detail or two which doesn't make sense upon waking. Why, for instance, would the alien in charge take it upon himself to kill the suspects? But those are details that can be found out.
The only dream I am really missing is the flying dream I used to have. The dream I am not missing is the one where I am hunted by a young T-Rex, even though the dinosaur made a reapparance a few nights ago. Luckily, I was on top of a scyscraper and was able to simply hold on to the railing and watch the destruction. Still, I didn't know T-Rexes could burrow underground.
Also, I seem to revisit places in my dreams. These aren't real places, mind you, more like dreamscapes puzzled together by the dreaming mind. But some of them reappear again and again, like the Baroque castle, sometimes with, sometimes without the museum, park and tourists, or the bookshop that has simply every book I've ever wanted to have and where there is a sale. Or the space station.
Nightmares are absent from my mind these days. Cross fingers and knock on wood.
Whatever I decided to do, or not to do, with these dream stories, they are at least entertaining and may provide seeds for role-playing games.