I had an entire dream about a giant mall (Several square miles and about 20 stories tall) and there were no exit doors, and I had another one where I was fist-fighting Michael Bolton. I don't even remember the wierdest one, but I remember waking up repeating "Gotterdammerung" over and over again. I found out about seven years later that it was a opera from Wagner's "Der Ring des Nibelung", and was a German translation of Ragnarok. That was wierd.