I'm 32, and I hardly ever remember my dreams. But a thunderstorm just woke me up, and here is what I remember:

I was a kid playing underneath my dad's shed. He was burying dozens of small boxes of old things that he had cleaned out of the attic.

Some of the boxes contained old belt buckles from the 70s. One of them had a strange map of the world on it, but the United States was labeled "East Pacific" something, and the other countries were labeled oddly too, but I can't remember what now.

Right as I discovered this, my aunt showed up, and I tried to tell her about it, but she either couldn't see me or understand me.

Then my cat gave birth to kittens, and all of the sudden they were a few days old in the back of my dad's truck. I knew he would be upset if they were there, so I got in the back with them to see what was going on.

The kittens were all over me meowing, and the mama cat looked at me and psychically told me that one of them couldn't nurse. So I proceeded to nurse on its spot, somehow thinking that would help teach it.

Then, all I remember was looking back at the workshop and seeing a body hanging from the ceiling. I didn't know who it was, but had a feeling it might be me--but older. And then I heard a voice saying that I hadn't done something right or something, so I was going to be dragged to hell (or something--it was much involved than that, but it's faded since I woke up).

tl;dr my subconscious is whack.