I had a really wacky one.
Ok, so I was walking around, and people were calling me Jagar Tharn. (this is not a joke.)
So then I came upon a smaller version of Mehrunes Dagon (one with only two arms). He was complaining that his plane of Oblivion was too cold. And behold, snow and christmas trees everywhere. So being the friendly guy I am, I roll away a rock (apparently we were sitting in a cave.)
Then Mehrunes and his gang of Dremora go out of their cave to party and get drunk at the pub.

But they eventually become an annoyance so I tell them to go home and roll the big rock back into place. Then I woke up.
Ok, there is so much wrong with this dream, I really think I could use with a psychiater.
