That's funny. When I posted it I thought to myself "Somebody is probably going to think I sit around dreaming about high tech rubber dongs". Unfortunately, I am a simple man and my REM cycles aren't that interesting. Truth is I saw "Dreams" as the topic of your thread, did a Google search for wet dreams and nocturnal emissions and the "Dream Maker Nocturnal Emission" reared it's rotating head. Don't thank me, thank Google and their all knowing search engine logarithm.
Didn't you mean algorithm?
I can never seem to remember my dreams unless I wake up in the middle of them, usually when it's a nightmare, but that's common since technically we do dream every night. Then memory of all the detail dilutes in minutes unless I write it down somewhere and I'm just left with the aftertaste as my base mood that day, again common stuff. Funnily enough all my skate dreams are the ones I remember in great detail sometimes decades later, but they're exceptional.
My dream world feels like it's compartmented into different dimensions that I keep returning to, too. As in regardless of how original the dream feels in the moment, there's always going to be this point of it where things will start feeling oddly familiar and I will recognize the patterns and think to myself 'oh, I'm in this one established dimension again', so there's consistency in what I could probably structure into a half dozen or maybe dozen of dimensions. Maybe I should start writing down the codes that are specific to each and start studying them more like that.
When I was a little kid though (pre age 6) I hated going to sleep because it was a guarantee to slip into the same nightmare dimension every time. Since I was so young, the dream world basically consisted in nothing but my parents' flat, I would explore it like normal then suddenly it would undergo a brutal switch in moods with power going off, fire in this or that room and very frequently blood writings on the wall, sometimes I'd be chased by my own shadow or familiar objects turned sentient. Key turning point was when I realized I was actually getting so sick of this, I basically told myself to just be strong, and so instead of enduring the situations in my dreams I embraced the idea that since this was going on in my brain, I actually was in safe, full control of the imagery it was generating, and thus started fighting or even provoking the scary stuff in my dreams. Mocking the monsters, charging or chasing them myself, calling for them as soon as I'd realize I was in dream world. I all extinguished them in no time one by one and it felt like growing up. Learned a bunch of ways to making sure of whether or not I was in a dream too, such as trying to read complex signs or trying to feel light pain, and also how to wake up on command (which turned out to be very helpful later on when I started occasionally dealing with light sleep paralysis, at least to realize what's going on and not to panic).
Ah and the most reoccurring dream pattern I have these days usually comes down to me being stranded in some varying place far, far away from 'home' with no practical possibility of coming back.