fuck me.

wow. i had such a weird dream last night i had to write it down. it was one of those dreams that seem to continue throughout the night, with recurring characters and consequences later in the dream for actions in the beginning.
so it opens and i am laying in a field with a group of unidentifiable people. it is night. i stand and light a fuse which lights off a miles long string of beautiful fireworks. i lay back down and admire the fireworks with the faceless throng.
out of nowhere, a cellar door in the middle of the field opens up and these feral looking, huge fanged cavemen come pouring out, and begin massacring the faceless people around me. teeth gnashing, eating their flesh and fornicating on the dismembered corpses. i of course get up and run away, teeth marks lining my body.
cut to a workshop. a bespectacled monster caveman sits at a work bench crafting a dinosaur's body from wax. the workshop is littered with bits and pieces of wax puppet animals and humans. the caveman wears glasses and faint classical music can be heard in the background. darkness.
i am back in the field, returning to the site of the massacre. i do not cry, simply stare at the mound of half eaten corpses, monster cavemen sleeping here and there, gorged on flesh and exhausted from the bloody orgy. i walk for what seems like miles to a huge tree, adorned with a giant ornate doorknob which is a bronzed brontosaurus skull. i turn the knob.
skip to first person view.
i walk down a long hallway which has ancient lithographs of diagrams lining its walls. how to construct a human body, how to construct an owl, a church, a cement truck. blueprints for all of creation. i come to the end of the hallway and it is the workshop from earlier in the dream.
i step inside and the monster cavemen wax sculptor turns to face me. i look down and see i have an arm shoved up my ass, i am a puppet. i plant my feet and jump, and the arm comes loose, melting into the floor, i am a puppet no longer. the caveman stands and his right eye rolls into the back of his head. he sighs and his face begins to melt away, revealing his bulbous skull. his bones collapse and i walk towards the mess, retrieving his glasses from the slimy pile, putting them on.
i walk slowly towards the bench, sit down, and a thick layer of dust falls on me, coating my entire body. i pick up sculpting tools in both hands and start working.
faint classical music can be heard in the background.

now i wouldn't dare even to begin to analyze this, but i thought i'd share.
anyone else have dreams like this?
care to share?