It was about Batman but the weird thing was that I had that dream before and so I beat the joker because I had already seen what to do. I wasn’t batman but it was like I was his mind so I didn’t do any of the fighting. The plan involved going to catwomans place and getting a bunch of random crap out of her closet, hiding it at the place where I knew the joker would be and then confusing him with it.

Then it randomly switched to me talking to my dad where he asked me if I believed in god and I said no so he tried to kill me except I was a badass so I took the knife from him and killed him

Woke up but went back to sleep to have another dream where I was some reporter, I think it was Fox, and they wanted me to investigate this cult. As you might imagine the cult was weird. It was in an apartment building and it was like a small interactive museum. There was this tablet with white writing on it that was written by the first leader of the cult. I can remember most of the other stuff but I do remember there was this white plastic board and a pen and when you touched the pen to the board it would cause an electric current to run through the board into some metal that was attached to a really long piece of bacon and it would cause the bacon to wriggle and make strange meat noises. Afterwards the current leader and some followers started a ceremony where you had to have a costume. The consumes were these latex balloon things with different strange animals on them. One of them looked like a snorlax and one of them was a creepy smiley whinny the pooh with pants. I wanted a straight costume for some reason so I got a ladder. What I didn’t realize was that they were actually going to use me as a ladder. All the members started frantically writing down these weird character in white ink all over everything in the apartment: the walls, the floor, the furniture. It looked like alphabet characters that were drawn over by different alphabet characters. When I looked at it that way I could read it. I dont remember what it said but it was two words over and over again and each person had two different words. When they hit the floor they stopped and took a break so I left and went back to the studio because I was tired of them standing on me.