Maybe it was because of alien talk, or maybe it was the Dave's Insanity Sauce, but I had the craziest dream last night.

Starts off with me in a familiar location, having an argument with a relative. I then head back to my 2nd-floor flat (though I've never lived in this particular flat, nor seen it before). For a reason I cannot recall, I spot some people outside that I know are nasty, jump out of the window and give chase - whilst on top of a small car (it's about the size of a bubble-shaped micra but flatter!).

I follow these guys into a building and realise it was some kind of 'simulation' - I recognise the 'baddies' as colleagues from another dream. We are all part of a unit training in suburban warfare. We're taught on the use of some funny looking weapons I've never seen in any FPS. We're taught using explosives. We then go on a training exercise designed to teach us about safety. During this 'mission', I realise I've been here before in another training mission but in another dream I had a few months back. That's why I recognised the 'baddies'.

Now I'm up and had a chance to think about things, I wonder what the hell the two dreams I've had are about.

I don't think it was the chili sauce, since I've never had insanity sauce before.

I had a really strange dream this morning.

I woke up and went to the library or something and then went to get breakfast with some people who I recognised (but I can't remember who they are now) and then on the way back home as I was walking I realised I was going to be late for training but when I tried to run I couldn't.

It was like my body was moving too slow so when my legs tried to run they would take 3 or 4 steps in the air before I was back on the ground (like running on the moon or something).

I then found I could jump really high and then land without hurting myself?! But then it got out of control and I was jumping 3 times the height of the house with each step I tried to take but still not hurting myself.

I've had a few dreams where I couldn't seem to run too, either I was trying to get away from something and I could never go very fast (my "running" seemed to only be about 1.5x walking pace) or my legs felt too heavy in order for me to run.