I dream narration. No, I’m not saying I dream in narration, or that my dreams are narrated; I’m saying that I literally dream narration.
There are no images, no visualization whatsoever, just straight, third person narration. That’s right, third person, it’s not even about me.
This might be a bit useful if say, I could remember it all, I could probably write a novel or 12. But all I usually remember is what occurs in that last part of sleep before waking up, like a kind of half-sleep/half-awake when you know you’re dreaming and waking up, but you can make it go on just a little longer. So what I usually have it something like:

John always thought himself to be good man, a tall man, yet he had an unseemingly bleak outlook on life.

Yes, it is strange!

It might have something to do with how much I liked Stranger Than Fiction, probably combined with me thinking about writing fiction, instead of just journalism (which is mostly factual). I actually started writing short stories in elementary, but they were mostly about pens and bracelets.