No lie... I dreamed that Mel Gibson was picking up chicks late at night, taking them back to his place... and FEEDING THEM TO LIVE BEARS!
I was somehow made aware of this in the dream after me and these girls met MG at a bar and went back to his place "for the real party" (actual quote from the dream). I started getting anxious in the dream because he had that last-30-min-of-Mad Max look about him. I was walking around his big house and I saw hands and legs poking out of his lawn like they were frozen there. Then the lawn split and, you guessed it, big hungry bears were waiting for their next bimbo combo.
It got really campy toward the end, like James Bond/Dr. Evil corney ("All I want is frickin' sharks with frickin' laser beams on their frickin' heads!"), so I'm not calling it a nightmare persay... But, man, what is knocking around in my head to make me dream that?!?