Lots of dreams last night.
Had a dream where I was at some redneck relative/friend's house, and he had a ton of wooded land. A bunch of people including myself agreed to help him clear out some old junk that had been lying around in his yard and help him organize what's valuable so that he can sell it. When I got there, he lived in a shoddy, small little cabin, and directly behind the cabin was a very long, steep forested cliff about 100 ft deep. The entire side of the cliff was just piled almost to the top with trash--old washing machines, mildewed clothing, children's toys, old cars, you name it. As soon as I understood the magnitude of the project, I flipped out at everyone because this was going to take months to clear entirely (not one day like we'd been told), but everyone brushed off what I was saying as if I was being weird.
Nevertheless, I began to help clear some of the trash, which was actually pretty dangerous because the land was not stable, and you had to kind of walk on top of old layers of trash to clear the topmost layer. Like I had to position myself awkwardly atop an old dryer that was shakily positioned atop old garbage to help lift out a pile of soggy, mildewed stuffed animals. One slip and I would have fallen down the trash cliff and been seriously injured.
At a later point, I had found a pile of old, grimy, dried-out crayola markers, which I was just going to throw away, but the redneck was like "WHOAH, don't throw those away! They still have value!" I was startled by the authority in his voice, so I quickly set aside the markers in the "to keep" pile, which was growing ever-larger. I began to realize that the to-keep pile was outpacing the throwaway pile at such a rate that we were basically just moving the trash pile up the hill. There was no way he was going to sell or reuse all of this.
Also, near the end of the day, I realized that this guy somehow had my childhood stuffed animal, Mr. Raccoon, among his pile of trash (a real stuffed animal btw. I still have it; it was made by my grandma). I was taken aback: this redneck somehow not only stole a cherished childhood stuffed animal that belonged to me, but then he felt so little of its value that he threw it in his trash pile. I took back my stuffed animal, and then I left angrily.
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Some time later in that same sleep cycle, I was in some kind of dystopian future similar to Mad Max or maybe Dark Heresy (if we're on a dry, dusty planet). The world was at war: men vs. women. Everyone was dressed in the usual ramshackle battle attire that you'd see in a Mad Max movie.
I had betrayed my own sex, apparently, because I was fighting alongside a faction of women for some reason. I was dressed essentially like Mad Max, except I was wielding a large plasma rifle of some sort (like Dark Heresy). We were in this little fort cobbled together from various old debris when suddenly a faction of men began to try and raid our fort and kill everyone. The women took action and went into melee. I stood back from a distance and began shooting the men. As I shot intruders, I realized the power of my rifle: it would transform men into women. The "me" in my dream already knew this, but the "me" outside of the dream found it pretty surprising and interesting. Anyway, as men were hit, they would transform into women, looking reminiscent to their former selves, but immediately growing boobs and long hair, donning a simple tattered dress appropriate for the dystopia, and presumably growing a vagina and losing their penis (I didn't check). In addition, they were immediately pacified, transitioning from a state of fervid rage to a state of solemn malaise. The men immediately discarded their weapons and gave up the fight upon being transformed into women, as if they had given up on life itself.
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A long time later (it might have been a different dream altogether), I had abandoned the fort full of women. I went to infiltrate this massive, high-tech compound surrounded by guards. The compound was in a winter setting a lot like that one compound in Inception. I started off by noob-tubing these four guys (two guardsmen and two scientists) positioned on a lookout atop the facade of the compound. I killed all four of them with two quick shots, and I was really proud of myself for doing so (usually my k/d ratio is in the decimals lol). I went to loot their bodies of anything useful--ammo and whatnot--when I realized that I could steal the scientists' card keys and uniforms and infiltrate the compound using deception (which was unrealistic, since not only would there be more guards responding to an attack, but the scientists' uniforms would have been blown to shit. Also, why were there scientists outside guarding the compound?). Nevertheless, I donned a scientist's uniform and began the infiltration. Inside the compound were these super mutants, kind of like Fallout or Resident Evil, and they were massive and gross and scary. But idk what happened after that because I woke up.