The night before last had a particularly vivid, odd, creepy dream.
In the first "section" - my dreams are often segmented, with different settings, characters and tones. I was in a pub with two friends who I haven't seen for s few years and one of whom I don't know that we'll, it was almost a replay of the last time I saw them both a few years ago. It's most notable for being the first time I've dreamt about c19, we speak about it briefly and I think this part took place in the aftermath as it were. We were meeting in a pub.
Second section, I'm not sure when the transition happened, they just happen in my dreams and I don't question them. My point of view was third person - like a camera in a film and I was viewing a creature somewhere between a tick and an amoeba which was sitting on a bungalow roof, in my head I "knew" that the tick was a paedophile/rapist/serial killer, an actual existing British one but couldn't work out which. I mean that that person had been transformed into this creature or something along those lines, again, my brain doesn't question what happens in my dreams. It just sat there, didn't do much but human arms came out from under it. Suddenly I'm indoors and it's my point of view and I'm with two people, possibly the two from earlier, don't recall. We are guests of and being very polite to a monstrous, Gothic Tim Burton-esque version of Richard E Grant in a wheelchair. I think he had sowed on face parts including a huge jaw and grin and greyish skin. It was a little being Hansel and Grettel in the witches cottage, the building was somewhere between Burton-esque and normal. The thing in the wheelchair was also somehow the thing on the roof, in that it was the tick monster and the real life "human monster". As creepy as it was, I was to some extent of the unreality of the situation, I often am in dreams so wasn't too frightened as I knew there was no actual threat. Nothing really happened, we humoured the "thing" and all sat still while it wheel itself around and talked to us, no recollection of the conversation, save that it felt like a parody of forced politeness. Very British. I woke up during this bit.
It's notable as there might be fear in my dreams but it tends to be atmosphere rather than outwardly scary locations or characters or creatures.