I have incredibly bizarre dreams. In one, I went sasquatch hunting with Vincent Price and David Bowie. We found a crashed UFO with nothing in it, but no sasquatch. Shrugging and calling it a wash, we went back to base and changed into roller disco outfits. Vincent IMMEDIATELY declared David Bowie's outfit "not spangly enough" (exact words), and he goes to change. The thing my brain decides to register as bizarre? I asked them if we were wearing roller blades or regular skates, because I'm bad at roller blading.
I didn't even bother breaking out the tarot cards to try and analyze the dream. I just let it stand as awesome.
In a dream that turned to a nightmare fast, I managed to kick myself out of it with a lucid dream trick. A tidal wave was coming and this evil kid was laughing. Then he showed off his stolen shiny Swablu. I noticed something: it was the wrong color. It was green. Not gold.
This is a dream, I thought.
I turn around, and PAUSE the tidal wave. My mouth isn't working but I mentally shout: WAKE UP!
And then I'm awake. It's 4:37 AM, and everything is fine.