I do not remember my dreams, if I truly have them, aside from an occasional nightmare of terrible places i have been with people I know I am never going to see again.
So as for the weirdest of nightmares..... I'm walking on a beach with a past member of the IDF named Yardena. I was young back then, thought I was in love with her. She never would kiss/sleep with me due to my Catholic upbringing, yet we walk, holding hands. There are dogs running amok, everywhere.... (Her reference to just about all of their enemies)
That's when a good buddy, Marine, and brother of mine, jumps out of the sand, grabs me and whispers things in my ear I will not repeat. The words have to do with his death, which I was not around for. I woke up shaking and found that I pissed myself.
Footnote- I am not, nor have ever been, a member of the US Military.