Last night I dreamt I was in a small plane that crashed somewhere icy. I fell into a crevice and was rescued by the AI of a space ship. It was ancient and had been studying humans from the depths where it had itself crashed many eons ago.
I helped fix it and it became my ship and we went to the Middle East where we sorted out the Israeli-Palestinian conflict by telling them to both belt up or we'd sort them out good and proper like. Which they did, because...space ship with shields and lasers etc.
This was repeated in Ukraine and while trying to design my super-hero suit I was rudely awoken by "love you darling, don't forget to feed Loki (dog)"
Girlfriends dog, a small poodle. Appropriately named too.