What was your last dream you can remember?

Perhaps this dream isn't the latest I've had, but it's still so clear to me...

My friend and I (both 14 years old) are for some reason dedicated to help elderly people or something like that. In the start of the dream, we're about to enter this big, black mansion. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there's not a cloud on the sky (I didn't look, but I know for sure). We're having a lot of fun, but as we get closer to the house, it gets colder, and colder, and the mood kind of drops, but not significantly. We ring the doorbell, and an old voice tells us to enter the mansion. We open the door, and I suddenly go blind, but I don't tell my friend, and it doesn't matter to me either.

In the mansion - or rather the part that's visible from the main door - the is a big, black, old ladder to the right leading up to 1st floor (I can sense everything, even tough I'm blind). The lightning's bad, and it's very dark, and spooky. The elder man is sitting by a piano placed next to the stair. The is a candle placed on top of the piano. The man just sits there, and does absolutely nothing (again, this is a dream, so we don't care). The are some chairs to the left, along with a table with another candle on top of it, and some images hanging on the wall. In front of us there is this big, black double door. It all the sudden opens, and I hear (now I can't see nor feel anything, but my friend, and the old man, along with the piano). I hear a growling from the open doors, and I feel there's this big, black bulldog standing in the doorway of the two doors. Saliva drops from its jaw, and it's red eyes star directly into my soul (I feel this, but I'm frightened, since I can't see it). The big, black dog jumps across the floor (a three meter jump or such), and it lands on top of me. I hear its growling, and terrible growling. Its weight holds me down, and I have no chance of escaping (my friend, and the old man still don't care). I scream: ''[...], [...] (my friend's name)''! - I then immediately wake up.

I was dreaming of a guys head being ripped off by demonic looking woman untill somehow I made the dream funny by making the head talk about funny things. Couldn't hear him say anything but I knew he was saying something funny. Then I woke and was thinking what the **** was that about.

I was at home and my bedroom was really messy, I was hosting a party but the guests where all in the other room. My friend walks in and points at a dead crow on the floor. It was clear it had been there a long time as it was rotten and covered in dust. In the dream I had known about the crow being there but not bothered to throw it out, but when he asked about it I realized how disgusting it was and strange not to get rid of it. I got a plastic bag and tried to get myself to throw it out but I couldn't get myself to do it.

I was playing basketball.