A mixed bag of emotions arose from this dream I had last night.
It was some time in the future and I was part of a small band of humans which were fighting against an army of evil robots or mutants or mutant robots or something (not too sure... I dont think I saw any...). There were about 20 or so of us, some I knew, others I didn't (obviously). When we would go out to battle, it bascially involved all of us riding skateboards around town busting some cool-ass moves (This may have something to do with the fact that I was playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2 all night).
Anyway, during these "battles" some of us would from, from time to time, get killed. With our dead we had a ritual where we would bury them in the front yard of our Headquarters place their clothing on top of their grave and set it on fire. After a few of these, people started to lose interest in this ritual, and left their clothes on top of the graves without setting them on fire. I got quite upset at this, and yelled at them all. I gave this big speech about how we mustn't lose sight of what this ceremony symbolised and that we must stick together if we are going to survive.
Then I woke up. I knew where I was, but I still felt really upset about what had happened, and it probably took about 20 minutes for me to realise that it was all a dream.