I had three interesting dreams recently.
1. I was playing my usual Minecraft world, and because I've been trying to reach The End, I've been hunting endermen for their pearls. Well, in this version of the game, you had a kickass map that highlighted every enderman on the map for easy disposal. I killed them quickly and gathered enough pearls within the first couple nights.
2. I was driving to the mall behind a man in a small UPS truck who was going 25 mph down the highway. I began tailgating him out of irritation, and he pulled over after awhile and asked me to knock it off. The man was older, maybe 60, and seemed fishy somehow. I later encountered the same man when I was in the mall with a group of my friends. Instantly, we all somehow knew he was a pedophile (apparently we were all underage, as well). He approached myself and my male friend, muttering, "You want a smooch?" I screamed, "NO!" as loudly as I could, and a woman wearing a rape whistle immediately ran over and arrested the man. My friends and I were thrilled that we'd gotten that scum off the street.
As time wore on in the mall, people began to take sides regarding the man's arrest. I accidentally entered a store containing employees that all took his side, and they cornered me at the back of the store. There were two women (twins) and a man, each weighing 500 pounds, and they did a running leap and threw themselves on me to crush me for having the man arrested. I began suffocating beneath them, but just when I thought death was inevitable, I heard my friends enter the store. They were all carrying rifles, and they shot the employees who were killing me. I stood and thanked my friends, running from the store before there was any more commotion.
Weeks passed, and I noticed that my friends were turning into zombies, likely due to a curse placed on us for our good deed in the beginning. I wasn't a zombie, and they noticed this and began to turn on me. Some of the other mall shoppers were zombies as well, and the dream ended with me frantically running from hordes of zombies.
3. I was a pirate, sailing on a ship with Captain Jack Sparrow. We were headed through a narrow passage in the desert, and there were ships docked everywhere in the sand, something that befuddled me. I looked past it though, and Jack stated that he'd be looking to purchase a new ship soon, as this one was becoming worn. We eventually docked our ship beside a kickass fort we'd apparently built together, and we jumped down into a massive pile of leaves it contained. The rest of the dream was mostly me ogling him.