I was on a ship. Not a ship like today, but back during the times like the Pirates of the Caribbean. I had a gun, and a sword. A crewmate, I'd assume.
We were in a battle with another ship, but that part went fast, and we wound up crashing onto a dark beach.
The battles went on for a bit, and I killed a bunch of the enemies with my gun until I ran out of ammo, then I used my sword.
When it was over, two of my mates were on the ground, dying. (They were my best friends. D:) and instead of helping them, I picked up one of their rifles and shot them both, killing each one.
I, being the only one that survived the fight, proceeded to walk into the town on which we had crashed. I met a lovely lady, and (out of usual character) grabbed her ass, and then we started to walk upstairs, until I noticed she was carrying a pistol, trying to hide it from me.
I pulled out my pistol and fired at her, missing both of my remaining shots, but she missed all of her 3 while shooting at me.
I kicked her in the chest to knock her to the the ground and taunted by saying "You know, if you were going to kill me, we could have at least had sex first."
I then walked back down the stairs, and back to the beach to see if any more bodies were left alive.
I killed the 3 that were, and then I woke up.
SO, in all, I dreamed that I killed 14 people, got cock-blocked by a pirate, kicked a woman in the chest, and had an awesome time doing it.
I had a dream once that I was shooting pizzas with bow-and-arrows at a shooting range and then a T-Rex came out of nowhere and we had to drive all of our cars into the shape of a fish. Then I went to my grandmother's house in the woods where she turned into a tree and gave me shelter.
Then I woke up and was sacred as shit.
Have you ever noticed that things that are not scarry at all in real life seem extremly scary when they happen in dreams?