My notebook got destroyed as a result of being in my pocket when I went snorkeling so I couldn't record details, but I had three dreams while vacationing in the Yucatan.
There was one about being the human point of contact person for an alien ambassador who was an obnoxious ass (he would say things like "bring me a cleaner spoon" and I'd assure him we'd thoroughly washed that one and he'd sniff and say "my superior alien microvision clearly shows me that there are microbes all over this filthy utensil").
Another one was about another couple at the beach cabana we were staying at wanting to have a sexy-hot foursome but I was more worried about how I'd lock up our valuables while they were around than whether we actually wanted to hook up with them. I eventually built a strongbox out of found materials but the alarm wouldn't stop once started; it turned out to be a bird just outside our hut.
Actually, I've forgotten what the third one was.