I worked in a shop, which happened to be at the top of a hill in Falmouth. For some reason (defying its location on aforementioned hill), the shop started to flood. When the water reached about knee height, the female manager dropped something in the water. We all intuitively knew this was bad, however she ignored our protestations, and put her hand into the water to fish it out. Suddenly, a huge scorpion/lobster type creature with no head, just a raw bloody end full of teeth, bit off her hand, and blood spewed everywhere. It became clear that we had to arm ourselves, but it was too late - the headless scorpion/lobsters had HUGE machine guns, and they were peppering the place. Everyone they hit exploded in a bloody effusion of cooked mince beef, largely from the head and torso. At this point, I realised it was time to go next door to the sandwich shop to get help. However, there I met a lovely man friend, and I thought I'd leave them to it.
Earlier in the week, I dreamt that all my friends had a huge purple rash, but that before helping them get rid of it, I first had to travel the world with a huge purple and green space gun (which looked as though it should belong to Buzz Lightyear) to rid the world of Comic Sans MS, by shooting at all offending signs and placards.
What crazy dreams have you had this week?