Melted Ice-cream, Vidya, and Nuns.

I had another bizarre dream. There were disgruntled protesters surrounding my home, and I was hurdling bucketfuls of melted pink ice-cream at them to discourage them. Just Pepto-Bismol looking buckets out windows and onto these already-angry people. I have no clue what they were so pissed-off about but somehow, making them sticky and pink seemed the way to stop them.

I know at some point they made it in because a very obnoxious one proceeded to use my shower and then work-out on my apartment floor - I distinctly recall him lifting twenty-five pound dumbbells. I threatened to wallop 'em, and then we squared off.

I also dreamed something akin to one of those "Tactics" series games, where there's a plot of various terrains all divided up into squares. I recall facing some titanic and icy lizard that was otherwise protected by two mountains. I was trying to bludgeon it with a hammer. I failed, and I ultimately browsed the odd things it had to offer.

One was a rural area called the "Otherwise-Distinguished Sir Area."
I didn't get to see its interior but I know that the logo for it was a barrel stamped with a western-esque company logo that proclaimed its name.

Another looked kind of like...One of those overgrown industrial sites.
Think "S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl."
There were elaborate and complicated capacitors on all on the power-lines that ran through it, which ran so far that they vanished into the misty and overcast horizon. There was a solid brick building facade with few, narrow windows, and I think a few shipping pull-down garage-type doors on the back.

Either a bare, unpaved foot-path or a set of railroad tracks divided the building from the power-lines, and beyond all of that, there was only dead grass.

The overgrown industrial place must have been reality or something, because I know at some point there was a young Nun and she was inside of that brick building where a woman confronted her and asked, "Do you know that your hands are hand-me-downs? They're borrowed!" and seemed otherwise outraged, accusing the Nun of being in a relationship.

I woke up confused at this point to find that the rainstorm I'd left my window open to sleep to the sound of had progressed into a snowstorm overnight. I was quite cold and stayed in bed for a little extra.

It's all very disorganized and odd. Like mental chop-suey.