So about 53 minutes ago, I woke from this very strange dream. Its is one of the few I've remembered with any great detail in some time. I will recount what I remember of this dream...now:

Scene: Keith and I are on the opposite sides of a Scottish rebellion (Braveheart-style) and his side is winning. Eventually, everyone on my side who's getting their asses kicked goes over to his side. I reluctantly go, but tell him he's going to get our people slaughtered in the process. We tear up a bit, but in a macho fashion. Then I go and discuss my feelings with some girl who's in love with me.

Scene change (which is very fluid at the time, but I can't recall how it happens now): Me and three young women are hanging around in a cabin/house like joint. Two of them are a couple and my friend and I are talking to each other about the weird (and frankly, disgusting) things they do to show their devotion.

Scene change: Outside, I'm hanging out with an older, father-figure type (bears no resemblance to my father, but this has now gotten more movie-esque). The outside resembles the grounds outside Silver Lake Reservoir where an associate of mine used to live. Suddenly, we're invaded by David Johansen (re: Buster Poindexter) and Leonardo DiCaprio in a jeep/humvee/military vehicle type thing. They're after some C4 we've got from a previous encounter and we've got it hidden somewhere in a tall building on the grounds. So they bust through the gate in the vehicle and reach the building before we do 'cause we're on foot. They get the C4, we scramble, he's shot and killed. Somehow I get it from them and I run my ass off. (A lot of my dreams involved me being chased.) Leo takes after me. I pull a soda can from somewhere, stick it on the C4 so it gets a little bit on it and then throw it behind me. The can explodes, creates a massive shock-wave, and disrupts the circuitry in Leo's cybernetic arm. He falls to the ground writhing in pain and I escape. My escape is "shot" all weird, in slow-mo, with voice-over, and those light-flash close-up shots that they have in Queer as Folk. (In some fashion, it's vaguely reminiscent of Ed Norton's run from the police in Fight Club.) I run all the way to some army guy in a jeep, who takes me to a basic training camp. A little bit after I arrive, just before the guy is explaining why I'm at this boot camp (somehow I think I've officially signed up), I wake up.

I've always maintained my dreams mean absolutely nothing. I think this is a perfectly good example.