Ok, I read the sticky, so, background:
I'm 34, married, mum-of-3, history of depression, current ongoing health mystery, family-oriented Christian, creative and happily an oddball.

I had this dream last summer, before the current health mystery reared its ugly head, but it was incredibly real, and like most of my dreams had all 5 senses active.

The dream started in a semi-ruined monastery/cathedral, very cold, the roof was incredibly high. There was no glass in the windows, they were just Gothic arches (the kind with a sort of fleur-de-lis flourish at the top of the arch) and the floors were inlaid stone patterns. like a mosaic, but bigger. The walls were massive grey slabs, and there were soaring stone columns at regular intervals all down the aisles. There were no seats.

I was talking to Sean Connery, who was wearing a monk's habit. He was explaining that I had been bad, but he was going to do my penance for me, and a knight would quest on my behalf to redeem him. He got into a metal cage which was slightly rusty and shut the door. The cage was raised to the roof on a chain (I don't know how, I didn't do it, I saw nobody else at this point, and I saw no mechansim) and the knight came in. He took his helmet off, and it was Roberto Mancini, the Man City manager. I knew this because of his lovely iron-grey flouncy hair and his trademark scarf - which he wore OVER his armour. He smiled enigmatically at me, leapt onto a big black horse which trotted up behind him and they left. I was angry that he was going in my place when I hadn't asked him to, and no-one had asked what I wanted, but I was fine with Sean being punished!

However, I felt bad about Sean being all alone, so I got some raggedy urchins to come and play on the floor of the church beneath him. While they were playing, Jon Torode and Gregg Wallace came in and held a MasterChef filming session there too. The kids were great at the cooking, and delicious smells (mostly BBQ) wafted up to Sean in his cage. The aroma made him groan, and I felt upset that my plan to cheer him up wasn't working. I ate a plate of something that tasted of lemon, butter and fresh herbs.

Jon Torode was lecturing the kids about the importance of good nutrition and balancing flavours, and Gregg was fondling vegetables and making that fwoar/grr noise he does on TV when he likes a pudding.

I don't remember if anything else happened, the next thing I remember is waking up. I was very upset and disturbed on waking.

In hindsight, it occurs to me that although people in it were talking to me, I dodn't have a physical presence in the dream. When I looked down, I couldn't see my hands or feet or anything. Don't know if that's relevant.