Well, there was the one where I was in that foxhole with the John Wayne voiced muskrat.
Ad a friend showed up and asked if I wanted some tea.
When asked what she was doing in said dream, she said, “I don’t know, it’s YOUR dream” as if somehow it was my fault.
Later on in waking life, she asked me what I had been doing in a foxhole with a talking muskrat.
And I hadn’t told her about the dream.
I'm not sure I would recognize a muskrat if it turned up in my foxhole ... or in my laundry room, where I keep most of my weird stuff.