Dreamt that I found a cat that had been written on in ball-point pen, which was clearly visible on its fluffy white shoulder. I was enraged that someone would do this and someone how knew that it was a group of mexican mechanics who work at a shop up the street. So I marched up there and inturrupted their lunch. They were all sitting around happily eating.
“Excuse me.”
They all look up.
“Hola, Senor.”
“I found a cat, it had been written on with pen.”
They all gape at me.
“I found...un gato...con boligrafo.” I made a motion of frantic scribbling, violent gestures in the air.
They all sat for a moment, looking at each other, concerned. Then burst into laughter.
“Did you do this?!” I yelled, enraged.
They kept laughing.
“NO BOLIGRAFO EN LA GATO!!!”
They were in tears.
They all must have realized I was serious as I stormed away, fuming, for they yelled, “Losiendo, senor! Losiendo!”

Also dreamt that I was playing a game in a room with old friends, the board for the game was the size of the entire floor. Two people lock arms, and spin singing, “Swing your partner round and round, ect., ect. They all fall down!” At which point the two people break apart, and where they land determines how personal of a confession they have to make. There were also rocks strewn about the playing field, which one was supposed to collect somehow.