In the worst offender that I can remember, I was with a bunch of dream-friends (not real-life friends, at least not that I recognized after waking up), and we were in a classroom. We moved the desks out of the way (there were only about four for some reason) and used two of them as goals for a game of soccer. I got really into the game, and kept getting so close to scoring, and it was frustrating me that I couldn't. This is probably how I managed to the rest of the dream.

Anyway, every few minutes or so the phone on the wall would ring, which we all knew was the signal that a freight train was seconds away from bursting through the wall, crossing the room at horrendous speeds, and breaking through the other wall. Each time the phone rang, everyone scrambled to get out of the way, but inevitably someone wouldn't make it, and we'd lose another player to the train. Then the walls would be fixed, and we'd be playing again, because of course there's nothing at all wrong with that scenario.

Recently, my dad came up to me in a dream and asked me to help him remove the whale that had washed up on the shore of our pond. I thought about it for a minute, then said, "I'm not falling for that - I dream about that kind of thing." Then I looked out the window and saw that it was in fact a giant tree, a smugly went about my dream.