My dreams have been insane every single night for the past few months.
The other night I dreamed I was at some desolate carnival. Somehow it was a carnival, although it was just a series of grimy sheds on short stilts along a dirt road. I went into one and it was like a miniature Chuck E Cheese playroom in there, about 6 feet square maybe. There were claw machines called "penny pulls" with shitty prizes (I won a plastic bracelet and a yellow ticket that came out of a slot in the floor) and half-height arcade games that a person of average height would have had to play kneeling.
Then I turned around and there was this kid-sized rainbow tunnel with flashing lights. I crawled through it and wound up in a large theater. I sat next to some guy with dreds and we were watching Diz (from Out of Control) do a weirdly sedate comedy routine. I spotted some family members in the audience, but they didn't notice me.
This is Diz under ordinary circumstances in case anyone forgot:
Anyway, at some point I became concerned that I had lost my shitty little plastic bracelet down the crack of the seat, and I was rummaging through the trash down there when I woke up. Only Diz was still talking and I couldn't figure out why, until I looked over at the TV and realized that her entire monologue in my dream had come from The Bonnie Hunt Show.