Two dreams, one night before last, one last night.
Night before last is distressingly easy to summarize: "friend commits suicide in front of me". (Said friend is still alive. I checked.)
Last night was... a bit more complex and a lot more lighthearted.
Bunch of friends and I end up heading to an amusement park. I'm mainly just walking around, enjoying the sights, when one of my friends grabs me by the ear and drags me through a statue garden to... a tower on the side of a building.
Okay, whatever. We go in, I'm kinda "eh wuteva" as we crowd into an elevator. We start going up... and up... and I go "wait, how high are we going?". One of the friends turns to me and goes "Oh, just ten thousand feet up." Acrophobia kicks in through my dream at this point and I close my eyes until the "top", where everyone files out... and gets into line for a ride. Specifically, a cross between those seatless bottomless rollercoasters and a large monorail, except the thing had handlebars as well for people to grip to.
I, of course, get forced onto the ride. Despite being freaked out as well, I vaguely enjoyed it?
Irrelevant note: the person that got in behind me on the ride was Snow.