Okay, I've had a lot of weird and vivid dreams, but this one is up there.
Basically, I was me, all human and stuff. I was with some friends, and we were trying to figure out who had blown up this random place. We spent more time playing around then actual detective work, but we finally figured it out. The guy was dead, and a complete loser.
And sorry for lack of details, I just woke up and I'm typing this as fast as I can before I completely forget it.
After we found out who it was, The dream goes sorta fuzzy, and I "wake up" in a completely different place. There are people that I've never seen before, and they're all standing over me like "Are you okay?!" I get up and tell them I'm fine, and ask where I am. They don't tell me, so I decide to go to the restroom and look in the mirror. I spazz out. I'm a completely different person! What's worse, I'm the guy that had blown up whatever that place was. He had died in the explosion, but here he... I... was. I flipped out and was like, "What the heck is going on?!?!" And everybody is just going about their day like nothing happened. Then I go to the television. On the news, they're talking about guy blowing up that place. Only, this time, it was me. Or rather, the old me. And the old me was dead.
After that, I sorta flipped out, went outside and started to walk into the woods. Right before I got in the woods, I woke up.