The most recent dream I remember was one where I was married to a guy I used to work with - this would never happen, he was my manager, he's gay and he was a total pain in the arse. Apparently, living with him had driven me insane and I was always drinking, always screaming and raving, while he was over-the-top calm and polite like he was with the office's clients:
HIM: Good evening, darling
ME: DON'T CALL ME DARLING, YOU **** (*smashes bottle*)
HIM: Should we go to our weekend place on Friday?
ME: I HATE YOU. I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU. I WANT A DIVORCE!
HIM: What are we having for dinner?
ME: DINNER?! I'LL "DINNER" YOU! ****!
(*he ignores me and peacefully sits down to read the paper*)