I had three bizarre instances last night while dreaming.
(1) I didn't get much sleep this weekend, and usually if this happens, I have trouble actually falling asleep when the time comes. Well, I've got a really good idea for my next Skyrim character. He's going to be an Altmer Thalmor agent doing Skyrim's Civil War, aiding the Imperials. I'm pretty psyched about him (it'll be another 'him').
While falling asleep, I didn't actually dream about him, but I
heard his voice. He spoke in the same snooty Altmer voice we often hear in Oblivion elves (think Falcar, Anval Uvani, etc.) and he used a lot of big words. The thing about the dream stage is that in my case, all-a-sudden things become a lot more spontaneous. So it wasn't like I was thinking up things to say, it was as if HE was saying things to me. Although I don't remember any of it specifically, here's an example.
"I have not heard you betray me, yet I felt thine come-uppances make entrance into mine thoughts". That was automatic writing; a process where the writer thinks up the first thing that comes into his/her head. Now granted, that's not one of the things he said to me, but it's an example of the freedom of random creativity that was going on. Hard to explain. What he actually
said to me was a heck of a lot more creative, and a lot more intriguing than what I just wrote, because during the dream stage our minds open more fully, if we can allow this to happen.
Bottom line: I
don't go around talking like that everyday, is what I mean to say.
So later on after I actually had fallen asleep, and then woke up at about 1AM, I didn't remember what my new Altmer said to me specifically, but I did have a series of memories of him speaking to me. I got up to use the bathroom, and realized it was raining outside. RAIN! I only make new characters when it rains. So I fired up my Xbox, and waited until the Tutorial got to the part where we get to name our latest Prisoner. And created my new Altmer.
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(2). I had a second actual dream this time, not a series of random ramblings. Those of you who play Skyrim are certainly familiar with the landscape around Whiterun, right? Well, instead of Whiterun, there were a series of modern Earth buildings located upon this landscape. I lived in a home located roughly where the Battleborn's farm stands in the game. Make sense?
Although I don't remember the entire dream, at some point I was trying to set up a flatscreen TV (and some other appliances)
outside instead of in my home. Why was I trying to set this stuff outside? Who knows! Dreams are funny. Anyways, if you can picture the hill that's just south of Whiterun (where the wolf always attacks us) this is the area I was trying to set up my TV.
At some point towards the end of this silly dream, I was back in my house, and realized that it's useless to set a flat-screen TV up so far away from where I'm actually living. I decided I needed to grab this stuff, and bring it into my actual home.

What a wacko dream, eh? .. I wish I knew what it frickin' means, if anything.
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(3). Hi Callidus, there is more to come, and here is the last (and most interesting) one of all.
I was walking a character who I'm pretty sure was Marge N. Overra through sections of Los Angeles. The world had come to an end, and Marge was with a series of survivors in L.A. I'm forgetting how the dream started, dammit. Arrgh! I"ve been wanting to write this all day, but ya know, had to go to work.
The part that I DO remember was that Marge (at some point) found one of those Metal Boxes located in a dark alley. Since there were other survivors around, Marge then
rushed to get inside this Metal Box, so she could scavenge some supplies. Problem was, there were two other survivors near her. Apparently these survivors were friendly though, so instead of fighting to the death, instead Marge merely had to share her supplies with these other survivors. Both of these were children, by the way.
Later on, I was walking with Marge while the sun rose. WE came to an area of Los Angeles which looked like it had been through some sort of revitalization. All the houses and buildings were pastel-colored instead of the usual Wasteland tin and dark greys. Although I could sense that Marge was living in a dangerous world, I also knew that in this area, she was safe.
Marge walked into a sort of café, with unbroken glass windows. The place looked almost like something you'd see pre-war. Well kept. Marge sat down to have something to eat. In this café (or whatever) they were keeping the usual pre-war custom of serving glasses of water before bringing out the menu.
In real-life, I don't drink tap water. I only drink bottled water. I used to drink tap water up until my mid-20s, but I also grew up constantly getting sick. Colds, flus, sore throats, that sort of thing. I was dating somebody in my mid-20s who was a healthfood nut, and he only drank bottled water. I fell into the habit. I noticed bottled water certainly tastes better than tap water, and after drinking it for (I dunno) maybe a month or so, I realized I had not gotten sick that month. So I stopped drinking tap water.
Anyways, back to the dream. Marge was served some water, and instantly drank some. It was 'understood' that this water was Purified Water, just like we'd see in FO3, and therefore it would not have any
+ Rads. As Marge drank the water, the view moved from Third person to First person.
I had become Marge N. Overra. I could taste the water she was drinking, in other words. To me, it tasted more like tap water than bottled water, but I was okay with this. At least there weren't any
+ Rads involved.