I've always had very odd, yet vivid dreams. Here's my favorite one.
I started the dream laying on top of the windshield of my mom's truck, as it drove up a mountain. I knew nobody was driving the truck, but everything seemed to be going fine. The truck made all the turns it was supposed to without any problems. As I approached the top of the mountain, though, there was a massive pile of dirt in the road. There was nothing I could do to stop the car in time, so I just laid back, as the truck ramped off the dirt, and began to flip down the mountain. Before I made contact with the ground, I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I'm in the middle of a flat desert. There's nothing for miles and miles around, except for one movie theater with a huge cartoonish film reel as its logo, and a massive crowd facing the theater. Upon closer inspection, everybody in the crowd were exact copies of one of my buddies. I asked one of them what was going on, and he just shushed me. Immediately, one of my buddies at the front of the crowd grabbed a microphone to announce, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, QUENTIN TARANTINO!" I tried, but I couldn't focus on his speech, because it wasn't him that came to the stage. Instead, Mitt Romney began to go on and on about the difficulties of making a movie, and all of my buddies were eating it up. I tried to ask around, like, is that really Tarantino? But all of my buddies aggressively shushed me, so I stopped talking.
Suddenly, I'm in a bright blue cave, climbing down a vividly orange rope. There's a rat in front of me. I kicked the rat as hard as I could, and he sailed across the room.
And then I woke up, wondering why I hated rats so much.