Probably the most common thing that I dream about is houses.
Last night I had a dream that my sister and I were climbing up on a ladder to see the roof of a house and we got caught by the police. I had just wanted to see what material the roof was made of on some random house so I dragged my sister and a ladder along and just crawled right on up. (This is a dream, remember). But of course, we got caught. And arrested. The cop laughed when I told him that I just really loved houses and that I was going to take pictures of the roof for my house blog. (I’m serious – that was my dream last night.)