ALL OF MY DREAMS ARE WEIRD. With the exception of the one where I was
telling people to help Haiti, I wake up thinking, WHAT! An example:

Once I had a dream that my Ohio and Maryland cousins were staying
with me at this house that didn't look like any of our homes. We hiked
along a river and picked green apples from two trees. Then we ran back
to the house and jumped on the beds, which had burgundy and gold
pillows. We were having a pillow fight when my mom walked in and said,
"STOP IT! MAKE THE BED!" So we did, and afterwards we played basketball
by slam-dunking our clothes in the laundry basket.

(Sound typical? Here's the weird part.)

Soon we had to go to this Christmas ceremony at church. They had
this guy dressed up like Santa playing the piano. But suddenly there
was this big green map of the U.S., and a little red line was moving
across it while ominous music played quietly in the backround. Then we
were going to play this game. There was a huge cutout of an Old West
town, and we had to catch eggs from the faries on top of the buildings.
I got an egg with a little picture of a baby in it, and this blond
woman walked up to me and said, "Great job! Santa is smiling at you!" I
glanced at the piano and Santa was giving me this odd twisted grin.

Then the little red line and the U.S. map and the onimous music
returned, but this time the line was farther across the map and the
music was BOOMING! I knew a villian was coming. The song was so loud I
had to force myself to wake up before my eardrums busted.