Strangest dream I’ve had for a while was Oceans 11 meets Hogan’s Heroes with some Inglorious Basterds and The Time Travelers thrown in for shits and grins.
Basic setup: It’s WWII, and a group of US POWs which I was a part of attempt to break out, escape back behind friendly lines and goes about it in a way very similar to the Oceans 11 crew. This is made somewhat easier by the fact that the POW camp is some old lady’s house, but is complicated by the fact that the entire town is so heavily guarded that it doesn’t really matter.
Weirdest moment: after we had broken out, I was tasked with obtaining Nazi uniforms in order to sneak past the various checkpoints and so we could make our way to the front lines. So I meet a recently discharged Nazi soldier to buy his uniform (who for some reason is a heavily accented Indian; as in, an actual Aryan). We were just about to seal the deal when we were interrupted by a Nazi officer. At that point I knew I was screwed because, beyond the fact that most militaries frown on their members selling uniforms to non-members, 1) I didn’t speak any German, and 2) I was using US money to pay the guy.
Desperate for a distraction, I notice that for some reason I was using money that was printed sometime in the 2000s, so I decide to try and confuse the Nazi by showing him the date on a coin. While he’s busy contemplating that, I pull out a switch blade and stab him to death, and then try to hide the body in the well of an entrance to a subway station (which, like in Fallout 3, was heavily gated off and not used).
So having just killed a Nazi police officer we need an even bigger distraction, so one of the other crew members pays a random German guy (who happened to look like an 80s punk rocker) to cause a commotion so we can slip away. Unfortunately, at that point I woke up.