I wish I could record dreams

Or at least write them down, but last night there was no pen by my bed and I was highly unmotivated. But seriously, holy crap. I woke up at three in the morning from a CRAZY intense dream. It involved intelligent single-cell organisms and spaceships trying to invade Earth. My mom turned out to be an alien, and for some reason I wasn't supposed to tell Dad for his own good or something (you know how in movies and such the protagonist always keeps information back when you KNOW they shouldn't). But I told him anyway, and we foiled the plot. It was amazing.