I had a weird one just now:
It started as a FPS game like Operation Flashpoint or Armed Assault, with me having to hit a beach all D-Day style (you could cross the beach with 20 steps), getting past a few tanks and - adventure style - meeting someone in a city.
Right before I got to that guy, it changed to some kind of strategy game, with little red guys attacking a city of little blue guys. The city looked a bit mayan, incan or something like that and the fighting was only going on at two towers near the city gates, blue archers on the towers and red archers on the ground shooting arrows at each other. We kinda flew over this scene, to the 'back exit' of the city. (Don't ask who 'we' were. At this point I just knew that I wasn't alone.) That was about when it got 'real'. There was a girl, a prisoner or slave, sitting on a bench on the city walls with two or three guards, waiting for us. For some reason, we had to get her away from there, so I led her out the back gate into a canyon, her guards and my companions wlking somewhere around us.
The canyon had 2 exits: One up ahead, down the canyon, but there was an evil witch or something, the very person we wanted to get the girl away from. The other one was a tunnel to the left, but near or in it, there was a henchman of sid witch. However, there was a small hut or shelter to the right, so since we were out of directions to go, we went there. The back wall of the hut was the rock face.
Inside was another guy who would lead us out of our situation through the tunnel that was in the 'back wall' of his hut. (Why does it sound like a cheap movie from here on in?)
Of course, he was a traitor and when the tunnel widened to a cave (Literally. We were in the tunnel and the next second, that part of the tunnel was a cave), the witch came. Here I found out why we had to get the girl away: The witch needed 3 or 4 liters of blood from one human for some kind of brew or some ritual and the girl was the one who was supposed to 'donate' the blood.
During the following part, I always made sure to stand right in front of the girl, both of us facing the witch. She walked around, explaining what she wanted, and we (must have been TheArtist and me) talked to her, trying to confuse her so far that she would forget about that plan. It worked for a while, but when even I wondered what the hell I just said, she was like "Whatever." and demanded her victim. I kinda had 3 possibilities now: Try to talk her out of it, let her take the girl (I barely knew her, so why not?) or take the girl's place in her plan. I wasn't really scared of dying at that point, I just didn't want to. However, talking her out of it hadn't worked and my pride forbid me to let her kill that girl, so I was down to only one way to solve it.
I sighed and stepped forward, nodding to her that she should rather take the blood from me. (Strange, in my dreams people don't talk much, it's like they use telepathy) Her henchman, god knows where he suddenly appeared from, handed her the tool to 'cut' my throat: one of those big forks with only two teeth. (Dunno what exactly they're called, looks like this
) Even the tips of the teeth were dull and at least one of them was bent. It got ridiculous after that. I bit back on my suggestion that she should get something with a sharp edge and the witch really tried to cut my throat with that thing. Of course it didn't work and at some point I was lying on the floor on my back. The witch had taken off her fur coat by that time and was dressed in a tight black shirt and dark pants. I gotta say that she had a nice body ^^ She said something like she might as well completely undress and I laughed (maybe I was on the floor 'cause I had been ROFL'ing) and said in a macho tone "Yeah, baby, go ahead, I'd really like that." She laughed as well and left, presumably to get a sharper tool. I got up and took some parts of my leather jacket off 'cause they were restricting my movement. My sister asked me somthing about that then and suddenly, I was half-awake.
I often dream weird stuff like this if I sleep in again after I woke up once in the morning... which is the only time I seem to dream at all.