I'm always amazed at how complex these medication-induced dreams are, like... on the one hand, they often incorporate whatever trivial things I was thinking about during the day, but on the other hand, the other night I was part of a five-man team (plus a cat I think) at an event that started out like a convention but became more like an arena, and after forgetting my ID inside I had to sneak back in to get it and was saved by my trained t-rex. I had a crossbow with a blade and I looked awesome, and one of my teammates was almost naked. everything we did was slightly illegal
I have a weirdly high amount of dreams where I'm doing something subversive/leading some kind of resistance...