I had a dream  a few months ago that was pretty fucked...
I was inside my garage with some one else, i didnt know who they were, and there were these oil barrels, there were two of them. We had Sniper riffles in our hands and inside the strange barrels were terrorist, like osama bin laden shit, and we were shooting the barrels. But every time i shot the barrel the guy inside made a noise and i knew he was still alive. After shooting the barrel over 20 times it was in such peices the terrorrist got out of the barrel and came at me ( by this time the other guy in my dream had been forgotten) and he came at me while i continued to shoot him in the face, wich was falling apart and his brain was falling out( yes this was fucked up) and he came up to me and stole the gun. At this point i turned to run away, i got about five steps before i was on the ground and the terrorist was looking at me, cocked the gun and i woke up gasping for air.
this is the most fucked up dream i can remember, but i love having really wierd dreams and being able to remember them