Your dreams are awesome.
Welp. Let's see, I'll dig though my dream diary (which I am currently in the process of transferring to digital).
I was in a supermarket which was supposedly Japanese, though everyone spoke English, of course. People were in the Supermarket (they were also supposed to be Japanese, but spoke English) and they were supposedly preparing for some kind of festival... in the supermarket. Yeah, that's right. Anyway, despite the fact that I was just a random person walking around, I was assigned to make food for some Japanese guy named Hayate Ozo. ( Don't ask. This was a few years ago.) It was a dish called "the mole" which involved some kind of sausage/wurst wrapped in seaweed and rice.
Hayate's mom was there, and I asked her to help me because let's face it, I can't fricking cook. She agreed, but when I left to go get an ingredient (this being a supermarket, they had everything I needed) she started sabotaging my food for no real reason. I tried to tell Hayate but he wouldn't listen to me, so eventually I told her to go away and hid what I had done in a different part of the store.
Turns out Hayate's mom is a witch- literally- because she chanted a spell to attack me with possessed shopping carts. Then she started summoning ghosts and shit and they started fucking up the entire supermarket. She used blue tama-bead things to do this, and the rest of us had to dance around waving red and yellow bead to dispel the ghosts.
Eventually I'd had enough. I went to confront her directly, but when I did I turned into some ridiculous Jigglypuff-Rayquaza hybrid with googly eyes and a shitton of mascara. Despite my incredibly retarded appearance, Hayate's mom demanded that I cut myself and spill my now-magical blood; then and only then would she dispel all of her summoned ghosts. I did so, and she held up her end of the bargain so that the festival could go on.
A few months later, I became a dragon for no reason.