Speaking of weird dreams, I had one last week, whilst in Prague, which I've entitled, "Last Orders in Purgatory" and an abridged version of what I remember follows.
Basically, the scene was a boozer, quite a nice, 'local' looking boozer.
I was dead and I knew I was dead and that the boozer was called 'Purgatory'.
I went up to the bar and asked the barman if, since I was dead, I'd be able to have a drink.
He told me I could but that the alcohol would have no effect since, as he put it, "Yer deid mate. Ye kin drink aw night an' it'll huv hee-haw effect."
Heartened by this, I ordered a pint and a large malt whisky. :-D
Bartender then imparted that the boozer wasn't just called 'Purgatory', but was actually the place some people went after they died.
I then set about trying to figure out what I had to do to get from this super-natural-bevvy-shop to the promised land, so to speak.
Naturally the barman was the fellow to consult about this.
To my dismay, he explained that there was nothing else outside the pub, just 'the void'.
Then he rang for time and I was terriffied. I stepped out the heavy, oak doors and promptly woke up.
Very odd but highly entertaining.
