Had a couple of really loopy ones. In the first one, I could've sworn I was awake. Basically my GF and I were dying as we laid in bed and we knew we were dying. My GF kept going on and on about how "interesting" and "Fascinating," the process was. I had my life flash before my eyes and then it was Simpson's episodes then just.... white.
The next dream I was in an old Mexican Church, like... 16th century old, but the event at the church kept changing or flowing, actually, from a regular mass to people in some office watching a video of a guy disproving how Jesus could've survived a gunshot. Yup. Jesus got straight up SHOT... with a GUN, and this "scholar" was showing how him not only surviving it, but having no wounds was BS. "I'm sorry folks, but you get shot, you get knocked back, you don't just stand there, much less unscathed!" Then gones on to ridicule the ancient historian who wanted to excuse it as a miracle a la magic bullet.
I noticed my mom was in the room and then she said, "well, got to get to the wedding procession," and I turn and two people I've never met before are sitting in an 18th century carriage looking at me blankly. I just walked out, no congratulations, no hello, just.... left. My mom walks out head down followed by a bunch of folks. Then the couple walks out and starts having picutres taken. They start dancing and the groom starts giving the bride instructions, "Ok, now SURPISED! Good! Now, COY! Excellent!" the bride makes faces to match the emotion as the dance and twirl and as they do this... she is getting taller. As I'm shocked by this I put my phone down in one of the pews and my nephew steals it to go take pictures of his own. Then I wake for real.