I had a strange dream last night.
I was in a large tent, which appeared to be moving around due to some strong winds or something.
I opened up the front to see what was going on, only to notise that I was camping in the middle of a war zone.
After trying to get away by hiding behind a tree, I secured a weapon, and was aiming at one of those who was firing at me.
Next thing I knew, somebody had me by the hair, and jerked my head back, as they slit my throat.
It felt like I was on the ground for at least 5 minutes before everything went black, and I woke up.

Sounds like you're struggling on something. Most dream can actually be determined by the person's real life issues.

A few nights ago I dreamed that my Google+ page was featured in a fashion special section of the Wall Street Journal. This writer said she loved my impeccable sense of style. It doesn't matter that no one cares about Google+, I'm not a fashion expert, I don't wear expensive clothes, and I don't even have a photo of myself on the Vinny Google+ page. But I don't remember anybody ever telling me that my dreams had to make sense.

Double-posting because why not.

Last night I dreamed that I went through a cabinet full of old cases of 7-Up (some expired in 2006 or 2008) and video cassettes (anyone remember those?) that I'd never seen before. Some of the videos looked extremely boring, such as "Emergency Contact Information" (because if an emergency happened, you'd sure expect people to go through a cabinet full of VHS tapes to figure out how to get in touch with you). I also watched an obscure movie from the 50's where a wealthy couple (think "Dennis the Menace") were being badgered by annoying neighborhood kids, so they decided to make their home look like a haunted mansion to scare the kids away.

I also dreamed I went for an eye exam. I don't wear glasses or contacts, and I think my eyes are pretty good (although it's never been independently verified, since they've never checked my eyes even when I've been to the DMV to get a driver's license). The optometrist worked in an open-air market full of healthcare professionals, and while the atmosphere was neat, the lines were really long - so long, in fact, that my dream ended before I could take my eye exam.

The Grammar Nazis strike, six weeks later.

Yep. I think we still have a few laying around.

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I had a couple of dreams this morning but can't really remember most of what happened in them.

First one was a soft nightmare like I normally have. Nothing horrifying, but I wake up feeling fairly scared and slightly paranoid either way when I have 'em. First part I can remember is that out of nowhere our house was suddenly behaving like the whole place was being supported solely by a wheel axis. Like, it was rotating left and right and if it went too far either way it would almost fall over. Which way it rotated depended on what side of the house you were standing on. And for some reason we had no internal walls and our old blue carpet was back. The other part I remember was the one that actually scared me. I was in my bathroom about to walk out, and I turned on the light. There was a delay, then things started happening. That light itself never came on. The aforementioned things consisted solely of a power freakout throughout the side of the house it was on. Lights and all other electronic devices were powering on and off at a fixed rate, swapping states every third of a second. That noise that came with it was just scary. I told my dad about it when he walked out of his room to see what was going on but I don't recall his reaction or anything that happened after that. I might have woken up right at that point. The sound I kept hearing when the power issues started in my dream was echoing across my mind which kept me freaked out for the next few minutes until I went back to sleep.

I'm beginning to wonder if going to sleep when hot is a known cause of nightmares. Does it to me every time.

The other dream was actually quite a bit longer, but I remember only a tiny bit of it. First part I recall was some giant audience in a fairly lit black room. I have no clue what the audience was actually there to see. Then suddenly it was me and some random folks being in a play where no one was watching and the stage was real life. The setting was our back porch, just much bigger. I have no idea what it was about or who any of us were. At some other point I was talking to a particularly nice-looking lady that was apparently a very important figure in gaming journalism. I asked her why she was trusting me alone out of all the people in the world with some serious behind-the-curtains info she had on major upcoming titles. I remember nothing past asking that.

Miles: That would indeed be a tad unsettling.

Last night I dreamed that I was sitting in my Organizational Behavior class. The layout was similar to my normal classroom, except we were in a basketball gym instead of my normal low-ceiling classroom. It was the day we were choosing teammates for the upcoming group project. Unfortunately, all of the people who I had invited to join my group were absent, which was going to be a problem, since it looked like I was going to be assigned to a group I didn't want to be in. We saved the day by turning the lecture into a basketball game, since a lot of other people were out as well. Unfortunately, our game didn't last too long, because an overhead pipe started leaking. Apparently the water pipes in this gym were constructed from a decommissioned submarine, and because of this unusual structure, they would be difficult and time-consuming to fix.

Once again, I never said my dreams were supposed to make sense.

Earlier this week, I dreamed that my mother made a Twitter account and hyper-optimistic televangelist Joel Osteen instantly followed her. I don't know why either.

The week after I had my most recent team project dream, two of my teammates were absent from class, and another one (the girl who was the subject of a topic earlier this month) got so sick that her eyes turned blood-red, making her look like a cameo from a zombie film. She still hasn't fully recovered from her zombification. (That said, I did get the group I originally wanted, and we didn't play any hoops.) Then, a few weeks thereafter, I found myself manning a table in a room that looked somewhat similar to the gym in my dream, minus the overhead submarine.

I dreamed that I had hair issues.

I don't recall the setting but I do remember that my head was itching, so I started scratching it. I noticed that I was pulling out lots and lots of hair with each scratch in the process, then proceeded to look in a mirror that was conveniently nearby. I thought that looked horrible, so I then purposely decided to pull some more out because there were a bunch of spots where there were small clumps of hair left. I then went to watch a mark3611 Billy Mays YTP video about a fictional product called Hair-Away, wishing it was real. I then woke up.

(Said video and the desire to lose my hair are not real things.)

this isn't a dream i had, but my friend told me about a really good one he had a while back

he had this dream that he met, fell in love with, and then had an affair with a girl. well, towards the end of the dream, he found her crying. when he asked her why she was crying, she said "because you're real and i'm not, so i won't be able to see you when you wake up." i probably forgot the majority of what happened in the dream, but i don't think anything i've dreamed has ever come close to even that basic concept

Wow, that's pretty deep/meta for a dream.