I dreamt that I tied Len to a chair and made him read a romance; one of those historical ones where lust ran rampant and heroes saved the day and then deflowered the token virgin.
Seriously though a lot of my quirkier dreams have come out sounding like great plots for a book. One of which I used for my first book Dead on arrival.
The dream was that I woke up on a Monday morning after a busy weekend and tripped over a dead body in my living room. The dead dude was a coworker, and I tried to figure out who did the deed and why was his sorry carcass delivered to me?
That was the start of my beautiful friendship with writing. I have since had other dreams that would be great plots but haven't used them yet.