Normally I don't remember dreams, but a week ago I had a really strange dream that for some reason I remember in some detail.
It was an apocalype dream, except the apocalype was a large group of boars. A house (not my house) was protected because we had some oversized wood + plastic kiddie gate running around the perimeter of the property. I'm in a suit. Then my family and what seemed like everyone all got, um, teleported or something to the sky.
Then all of a sudden my family was in a mostly-empty church, my mom is wearing this old-style lacy hat, and the priest is talking. I put on my headphones, listen to 2 songs, take them off, and then my mom yells at me for disrupting the other people in the church.
Then I was by myself, in some kind of airship/hotel thing. I bought a toy boat, that had plastic bird wings on the back, and took it up to my room. Then all the lights went out and there was this really loud,deep voice everywhere that said something like "we are the cylons, we have come to exterminate your race."
Then I woke up.