I used to record my dreams and analyze them myself, but I started on medication not too long ago which seems to make them all nightmares. So I try my best to forget them these days.
The last one I remember was me in a room with my father. He was training me to throw better, but I wasn't sure why. He kept on getting me to drill this one particular motion, where I was to throw an object out of a window in my old house I lived at as a kid and let it get lost in the bushes. Later the police arrived and he gave me the object to throw as they entered my house. In that moment I realize he wanted me to hide evidence, probably drugs. I felt disappointed in him, and as if I had never really known him at all.
This is a weird one considering that I don't get on with my father, and he is maybe the person most opposed to drug use in my life. Not that I even do anything beyond weed myself, and that's only about twice a year.