I had a dream once where I was...I think running from someone, and ended up in front of this really deep, black pit. If I recall correctly (it's been many years since this dream), I fell into the pit, or was pushed, and the next thing I knew, I was in another chamber, with lots of people in it.
I was pretty certain I was dead, and this was the afterlife. I looked around, and saw people were walking in lines, like you would have at the bank. Long, weaving back and forth lines, complete with little handrails at waist height, but the handrails were odd, in that they all glowed with this multicolored luminescense, sort of like multicolored glowsticks. The people would keep one hand on the rails, and walk slowly up and down the massive chamber. Some would walk "upstream", some would walk "downstream", and some would just stand in place, eyes distant while they held the railings.
I realized that the handrails were a representation of the complete length of time, and if you touched them, you would relive that time period. So the people would casually walk up and down the rows, experiencing the centuries through the touch. If you were casually walking, you would sort of get a highlights real of the era, but from a personal perspective. If you stood still and held the same crystal handrail, you would experience it in much deeper detail Sometimes I would see people vanish, and realized that they had decided to reincarnate and live a life in that era. Then I woke up.
Another weird dream I had, was after reading that Claire was a trans. I was in a big house (no clue what house, wasn't familiar), and there was this guy I knew back in middle and highschool, but he was now a transgender. This wasn't odd in the dream, but when I woke up it was definitely odd, because this guy was definitely a heterosexual guy. He wasn't your typical Brodude or anything, but he was never the kind of guy that you would consider deciding to trans to female. He's also a guy I didn't really know that well. I mean I knew him for like 10+ years as a kid, but we never really hung out much. He was a stable fixture in my school life, but not a close friend. In the dream though, it was perfectly normal, and we talked about stuff, and then we had sex. It was a very strange dream. I remember waking up and thinking "Huh, ok that's a new one."