When I was a child, I had numerous reoccurring dreams. My favourite involved a maternity ward, matches, and those shoulder angel/demons that you see in cartoons, all while nobody really cares that I was burning down a hospital. Just walking around, setting fire to flammable things like documents and curtains, and everyone was just going around their business, screaming babies and all.
Things didn't really get too surreal until after I burned the building down. Everyone's bodies, in various states of crispiness, just got up and started walking home, some new mothers, and others delicious bacon babies.
Now that I think about it, I had a lot of dreams revolving around fire both destructively and as a source of creation when I was a child. Clearly, fate has decided that I am to become a dictator.
Also had a dream that I was at a convention or something. Not any kind of convention; there were animoo cosplayers, fursuiters, and gun enthusiasts. It was an every-con. This is an idea that needs to happen. Someone make it happen.