Here are a couple of interesting ones!

Friday Night:

I parked my car in some sort of shared garage - I don't remember where I was. I did whatever else I did in my dream (which I only vaguely remember), but when I got back to my car to leave, the people who shared the other side of the garage were going to take me to court because they claimed that when I parked my car, the vibrations triggered some sort of small earthquake that caused all of the paint to fall off of their car, which was also parked in the garage. I was instantly furious. I don't mean furious-for-show, but completely, utterly and incorrigibly pissed off. I launched into a singularly cutting, witty, ruthless tirade that one only dreams about being able to produce on-the-spot. The people stood there in dumb horror, and flinched with every statement that emerged from my mouth like I'd slapped them all in the face. I remember the last thing I said, which was (and it doesn't sound quite so awesome now as it did in the dream) "...but GOD will know." And then I woke up so abruptly that I sat up in the bed and said "WHOA" pretty loudly. I was quite satisfied.

Saturday Night:

I'm helping film a hip hop video, and it's pretty trippy; lots of blue fractals and bizarre sets. I'm wearing this beaded bikini while swimming in a blue-lit room completely filled with water - there's a hatch somewhere at the top that I can't find. I think at this point I was holding my breath in real life. My hands scrabbled over pipes and metal grates that were part of the "set" as I searched frantically for it, and suddenly I turn and see D floating nearby in his wet suit and scuba gear. He reaches up and opens the hatch, but I'm blacking out and can't get to it - so he hands me his regulator and I take a humongous, cool, peppermint-tasting breath. My relief is so intense that it wakes me up.