Lots of them, though I only remember a few.

For some reason, I went to Europe. Germany, of all places. The person I went with, of all people, was a guy in High School named Greg Jones. Only he didn't act much like him. He was also much shorter. Had a corvette. Of all places, we went to a supermarket.

Met one Swiss guy who was a distant relative. His name was "Con". Very tall, had spikey platinum blonde hair. I said, my family is from Switerzland, how far away is it? He says 13 miles, but 2000 miles worth of twists and turns.

Then I went to this mansion, I guess still in Europe (though maybe different dream).

In my dream, I wrote down my previous dream, about going to Europe w/ Greg Jones as my guide, and then this tall, muscular german came on to me. As it was a guy, I resisted. I ended up shooting at him.

Was going back to college, or some such. Only it was somewhat depressing, because I flunked out (sorta) the last time

Then I was someone else, driving a red early 70s corvette. Horrible view of road. I crashed. The passenger was killed (my wife?), and then some of the people in the area wouldn't help me because I was Jewish (they were Palestinian).

Took to the pups to some sort of fair or show. Except they weren't quite my pups - there were 3 of them, and they looked more like little Newfs.

Anyway, it worked okay at first, but I was trying to pick up women (almost litterally, I had some sort of cart), but all I managed to do was accidently pick up a skanky looking women with 2 kids. Ick.

But the one of the dogs wizzed someplace, and I banged my head on something, casuing me to curse, which caused the skanky looking woman's two kids to cry and get upset. At which point, I woke myself up.

I was driving a car. Wasn't my mustang. It was a stick shift. But I couldn't drive it, and somehow mixed up the brake with the gas. I ended up driving backwards really really fast (70 mph, though my speedometer shouldn't have worked).

Then I got arrested, and went to jail. Then I sat around in the police station until they finally let me go, as it wasn't my fault (though I did get a court date set). Then I left

I was fighting with Zombies. Very very annoying


Then I was driving around in my mustang