This was the night before last, as it happens, and my recollection is getting fainter by the hour, but I had a dream that seemed to contain a sort of "greatest hits" of some of my most common dream elements, and had a couple of surprises to boot. so bear with me, though I worry that it'll seem a lot less interesting once I commit it to this thread.
I found myself on a journey, which began with me wearing skis. It wasn't snowy, as I recall, and these skis were somehow powered so that I could follow roads with no great difficulty, although there was some effort involved, a bit like riding a bike. My first recollection of this part of the dream was on a (real) street very close to my childhood home, and I remember overtaking a car which pulled up suddenly ahead of me (I think it pulled up because my skis had thrown some stones up against it when it earlier overtook me!). Shortly after that, I found myself in an unfamiliar town, and that's where it became a little more interesting...
By this time, I was definitely on a bike, riding through the shopping area of the town. While the town itself was unfamiliar to me, it felt quite nice - I was riding along a mostly pedestrianised area, snaking in and out of walkers whilst looking for interesting shops to explore. At one stage, I looked up and found I was about to collide with a couple (men, as it happened) who were walking towards me holding hands. Somehow, they managed to raise their arms to let me ride underneath, and I just had a chance to say "sorry guys!" before I was past them. Almost immediately after that, I passed a woman walking the other way with what I took to be her grown-up son, and this is the thing - right after passing her, I caught a definite whiff of her perfume. Oddly, I must have had some awareness, because I then remember thinking that I'd just shown that I could smell something in a dream!
I realise already that this all seems very mundane, so I'll get a move on... shortly thereafter, still on my bike (and still aware of the effort required to pedal it!), I rode down a small side road which contained some quaint shops and eateries. As I passed a pub, I looked and the sign and could clearly read it. Annoyingly, I can't now remember the name, but I was certain at the time that I'd been able to read in my dream. Again, this shows some awareness that I was dreaming, but not enough to be able to wake myself up.
Somewhat later, my dreaming self decided it was time to head home, so I tried for some time to find a road out of the town. I can't remember if I ever succeeded, or whether my dream stopped there, but I do remember a feeling that I then knew the name of the town - it was something like Weybridge or Wadebridge (I've just Googled those 2 real places, and both look very nice, but neither looks like my dream, for what that's worth).
In the morning, I was pleased to find that I'd written down quite a few more details of this dream, few of which made much sense.
Of course, I was still dreaming when I read my dream "diary", and in the real morning, I'd naturally written nothing at all, not least because I've never kept pen or paper by my bed! The only thing that I can remember reading from my first dream was the line "lever, lever, lever". No idea what that's supposed to mean, but then, I had been dreaming!