In my dream, which mixed the modern day with Mass Effect, the Reapers attacked my city, sending creatures all through the city. My wife and I told each other that if one of us got turned into something by these things, the other would kill him/her. We then got separated, but I managed to get a couple of SMG's and an assault rifle that also fired energy grenades when a Turian squad handed out weapons to certain people. Then, I heard someone announce that the Collectors had joined the Reapers in the battle (At this point, I saw a Reaper in the distance, and its laser just missed me).
After blasting several creatures, I ended up in a below-ground apartment complex with some woman, and we opened one door, but I slammed it shut when I heard buzzing. The woman, who claimed she loved bees, started to open it, but I pulled her away. We then started back toward the elevator, but when I opened the door to the hallway, a bunch of husks tried to burst in. I slammed the door shut and told the woman to ready her gun.
I got my SMG ready and threw the door open while firing, but she claimed her gun wasn't the right color and turned around to find another. I ended up shooting the husks and running for the elevator, shouting for her, but she took her sweet time, asking me if the gun she picked matched her hair.
After I slammed the elevator door shut and it started to rise, she took my hand and began running it through her hair while standing VERY close to me. Reflexively, I backed away and told her I'm married. She then said that for all I know, my wife could be dead, but I countered that, until I knew for sure, I was considering her alive. I then also reminded her that we were in a city trapped by creatures that wanted to use us for fuel and material for new creatures, and that was definitely NOT the time to have a romantic moment.
As the elevator reached the ground floor, and the door opened, I added that her blatant stupidity and self-centered attitude repulsed me beyond all reason before I bolted out of the elevator and into the street, not even looking back.
Before I woke up, I promised myself that if she showed up again and tried to pull that crap, I'd just shoot her.