Remember when Snoopy would eat a whole pepperoni pizza before bed and dream he was dogfighting the Red Baron? There was no pizza involved, but that's the kind of dreams I had last night.
Going through special ops training learning how to be deadly. This involved climbing a lot of fire escapes that would morph into different configurations as I tried to climb them.
Having a squad member who was a Puerto Rican drag queen who had died become some kind of cybernetic hologram construct. She called herself Tran. I kept trying to tell her it was Tron, but she kept confusing things.
Having to "disappear" and do cleanup on an operation to create super operatives. The nurses were so nice and helpful before we had to terminate them all.
Taking out the command bunker of the attacking force. I had all this major property damage high-tech gear, but my weapon of choice was a dart gun that had been implanted in my index finger. I just had to point my finger and think BANG. The darts were nano devices that would tunnel through inert matter like glass easily. When hitting flesh they would burrow in, find nerve tissue, and convert the nervous system to grey goo. A hit on the forehead was death within a second, on the lower head was 3 seconds, and anywhere on the body was within 30 seconds. At the end of the dream the Evil Janeway-like base commander unlurked and tried to monologue me before disintegrating me, but I just shot her in the face with my finger gun. She was very annoyed she didn't have time for last words.
There was a lot more, but I couldn't keep it. Damn my brain is weird.