I actually remembered it when I woke up from it (directly) enough to stumble to a notebook to write it down. This is pretty unusual for me, both that I remembered strongly enough to write it down, and that I bothered to (though it’s directly related to the previous point).
From the point I can remember (it could’ve gone on before), I was in some SF/fantasy world riding a white beast named Sportlet (as in little sport). I was on a mountaintop, and my pursuers saw me up there from a distance, so they approached. For some reason, they ended up ABOVE the point I was at, but still too distant to really see. One of the main villains, which I recall as some kind of fluffy roly-poly creature (kinda comedic) jumped down to ambush me, but only Sportlet was there. I was nowhere to be found.
Infuriated, he cast a teleport spell. But he forgot that because of some magical rule involving Sportlet and the villain atop him, Sportlet got teleported too. Cut to a close-up of Sportlet with a satisfied smile (maybe licking his chops?), having evidently eaten said small villain.
So I’m looking for Sportlet, and find him in this grotto in a rainforesty area. We’re leaving when we encounter a clone of Sportlet. It’s wary of us, and the two stare each other down. Eventually, both squat and poop out what look like bright purple Brillo pads. Then the “real” Sportlet, to my disgust starts eating his counterpart’s poop (which by then had suddenly turned off-screen into a large pile of egg-shaped things that look like nacre). I try to go back into the grotto to hide from the sight, but no go. But now Sportlet and clone are pals.
(At this point in my notes, I have a few words I can’t read, but I could swear we go directly into this next bit, so I don’t know what happened here, if anything.)
Suddenly, Sportlet’s clone rolls on his back; he has a dragon-like belly for some reason and starts writhing. I get worried. Then, this mound starts appearing on the belly, and I’m horrified. Then this brown, lizard-skinned, hammerheaded alien thing pops out! I “know” it’s the villain Sportlet swallowed (even though this is the clone, and the two creatures look nothing alike), and I’m even further horrified. It’s trying to pull its way out by grabbing on a tree branch above it. I try shooting it with some kinda ray gun, but it’s like firing a water pistol that makes “zap” type sounds. I know it’s doing nothing, but I have to try saving Sportlet’s clone!
Suddenly, this X made of mushrooms pop up underneath. The villain’s skin turns green, and I “know” that this is a “good” version of this character. This song with the lyrics “Sugar, oh honey honey” (NOT the Archies song, though) starts playing. I’m still horrified at what happened to poor Sportlet’s clone…
But that’s when I woke up, perhaps fortunately.
Oh, and there was this other dream I had the same night (not sure before or after) about a relative’s home being part of a train station, but that’s neither here nor there.
I’m just not sure why I remember this particular dream so well, enough to want to write it down, and what, if anything, it means. Other than that my mind is kinda weird, which I already knew. 