My dreams are usually really weird. I had a dream once where puppets took over the planet and Jeff Dunham's Walter Puppet was like... the hero puppet... and he mentioned how he wanted to read his "John Micheal Jordans" whatever that means.
I had another dream recently where I was doing a show with high school thespians at another school and for reasons (I think it had something to do with a magical beaver under the school, which for some reason were caves instead of a normal school basement) I was transported two years into the future. At least they said it was two years in the dream but like… it was not two years after my high school days, it had to be further by the logic of the world I was in. This was some slightly more dystopian version of our current world with like… extra architecture built upwards on supports like a boardwalk. I was definitely transitioned in the future, I think completely (bottom surgery included) but it was like my old imaginary version of my future where nobody back home knew. I ran into Elena (a friend from high school theatre) when her older self was working at the Verizon store in this setting and she didn’t recognize me for a while. I think this was some sort of Trump run future where transitioning was illegal but I had somehow gotten past the boundaries in place. I don’t remember much else… something about ordering breakfast at McDonald’s and getting other food from like… a stand built into the boardwalks underside. There was also something about my current house in the dark. At some point my dad ended up in this future too, somehow, and I don’t know why but I had to send him back to the past to heal an injury he suffered. I ended up back in the past as well, I presume this was some sort of bittersweet sacrifice ending, giving up my complete transition (which I have been feeling might never happen irl) in exchange for healing my dad and getting a chance to alter the dystopian future with my knowledge of it. I had missed the play we were supposed to be putting on. Ted Rosenbloom (another high school friend) had gone on as my understudy and my sudden late return kind of upset everyone. I didn’t go on but my dad was ok and then the story ends.
The weird thing is I know for a fact that these events happened out of order in my dream, but aside from the stuff in the middle I’m not sure about, I was aware of the chronology of events in the dream. Which might explain the whole “two years into the future” thing because that part of the exposition happened near the end of the dream and my brain was effectively writing the beginning last without really considering if it made sense with what had come before.
(The second one I wrote down after it happened so I remember it more clearly)