Oh, I had a whopper last night!
I was working with Michael Weatherly the actor, late of N.C.I.S. and now starring in his own TV series, Bull, (which just happens to air Tuesday evenings). He had a large but very friendly domestic shorthaired cat. I needed to leave our workplace, but Michael didn't want the cat to follow me, and we had some effort to keep the cat from getting out of the building where we worked. We managed to keep the cat inside the building, and I finally got outside to the parking lot. I had a car, and I opened the trunk to find a strange, beige-colored suitcase in the trunk. The suitcase had a tag on it with initials; I don't remember what the initials were, just that they weren't mine. I did not recognize the suitcase at all. With some trepidation--I think I was afraid it held a bomb--I removed the suitcase from the car trunk and opened it. The suitcase was empty, but once opened it suddenly seemed to be very large and, well, coffin-sized.
Then I was back home in what seemed to be my actual condo. I seemed to be sharing the space with a short, chubby, older woman--she was also an actor that I recognized from supporting roles in various TV shows; I can't remember her name, but if I looked I could probably find her at IMDb. Anyway, somehow I knew this woman was planning to lead some sort of terrorist group in an action against the railroads, but their weapon of choice was--bows and arrows! I remember playing stupid, trying to figure out how to get away and warn the authorities, but that's the last I remember of the dream.
You know this is a real dream because I could never make up something like this!