Here is an odd dream I just had:
I was in the waiting room outside a doctor's office, having swallowed a roll of film, mistaking it for pasta. A piece of it was sticking out of my mouth, so I started pulling it out. I thought it was going to hurt, but it didn't. The film seemed to go on forever, but after a while I had pulled it out almost completely. However, a small piece of it was stuck in my throat. I was going to call for the doctor, but then I noticed a strap behind my neck. I loosened the strap, and was able to pull out the rest of the film.
Later on, I and my ex were in a building. The building was divided lengthwise. On the left were some conference rooms and some stairs, and on the right there was a cafeteria. My ex was going to talk to some friends, and told me to wait outside, so I went into the cafeteria. On the menu were all sorts of delicious meals, but in the end they turned out to only serve fish au gratin, so that's what I ordered. I went to grab some juice, but when I returned, my plate was gone. Since I had obviously ended up somewhere between jerkland and suckville, I decided not to waste any more time trying to get something to eat.
I went to check on how my ex was doing, but I couldn't see her, so I chatted with some of the people at the tables. Behind the cafeteria, there were a large, open space and it looked as if they were filming an important event. There was also a broken piano there. Some keys were silent, while others were hitting the wrong strings. An elderly woman was there. She placed her hands around my temples, and everything went black.
"The muslims..." she began. "Yeah, what about them?" I thought.
"Stop them, for the sake of God," she commanded me, and then I was woken up briefly to make sure I remembered. After falling asleep again, I thought I saw my ex hurrying away, as if she was angry with me. I must have looked a bit strange earlier, standing there in the hallway with a fork and a glass of juice in my hand, peeking into conference rooms. In the meantime, two pianos had been placed in front of the counter. Which was probably for the best, as most people would enjoy music more than being cheated out of their hard earned money. A strange woman sat down next to me in front of the left one, to perform a piece fourhandedly.
Later on, I was outside, going with someone into a houseboat. A dog was swimming in the water, and the other person called the dog back. I went inside and up to the second floor. People were sitting in a ring, singing songs of praise, so I sat down and joined in: "Hold me in your arms, don't let me go, I want to stay forever, no wait, that's not the right song." The others became a bit annoyed, and I apologized. A girl sitting on my right started picking on my right upper arm. There were tiny little boils it, and she was trying to squeeze them out. I explained to her that because they were so small, I preferred to ignore them until they became a significant nuisance.
Then, I was walking home, travelling with some other people. After a while we came to a ravine. There should have been a bridge there, but there wasn't. It looked like we would be able to climb up on the other side, and there was a parking lot nearby, so I found a set of plastic gloves in one of the cars and tried to climb the ravine, but the asphalt on the other side was still hot, and the gloves melted and became all sticky. Someone suggested that we use my wool gloves, but I didn't want to set them on fire, so I declined. I was thinking of suggesting borrowing a car from the parking lot and taking another route. I think we ended up in a car anyway, then I don't remember anything else.