I have never watched either renditions of the Lion King, only reading a bit of its synopsis on wikipedia, but that is apparently enough for my subconscious to come up with this at Monday night:
I found myself a NATO peacekeeper patrolling Mufasa's kingdom with as a squad of four. HQ called in, saying that Mufasa the Lion King needs a ride to see the vet, and I was to drive a humvee with my team to pick him up. HQ reminded us that we were dealing with royalty and so must behave ourselves.
I drove to the rock where the King showed Simba to his animal citizens and three of us played with little Simba a bit as our medic helped his father climb onboard. After checking to make sure everyone has fastened their seat belts, we set off to the vet waiting at the base. On the way we drove down a cliffside road, I saw a glowing, yellow thing flying out of the trees at my direction.
"RPG!" I screamed and severed hard to evade the rocket.
Meanwhile, the camera switches to Fang's perspective, as I see him putting down a smoking RPG-7. He waved a hand-sign and his hyena insurgents ran at the humvee, which was blown off the cliff.
When I came to, my entire squad was dead except me. Mufasa was crushed under the wreck and was bleeding profusely. I tried to do first aid, but I lamented to myself that I was not a vet. I fished around the wreck and found a half-broken radio to call for CASEVAC, my only response was a few garbled words about HQ being under attack and the rest was unintelligible hyena noises. Then Mufasa bled out.
It was then I thought it might be prudent to look around. The hyenas surrounded the wreck, and were hungry for flesh. All I had was a Vector .45 with no spare mags, so I shot some hyenas, and ran downstream along the river with more hyenas chasing after me. Then I woke up.
Last night's dream was simpler. I left behind a bunch of tortoises after eating at a restaurant and had to go back to pick them up, but along the way I kept on finding out that I had left behind more tortoises than I first thought.