Last night I swear to god I was having dreams inside of dreams. I remember it having at least three layers and being distinctly aware that I had woken up twice.The only two scenarios I remember clearly were, one, a flashy food court, and two, an amusement park on another planet. I was visiting it with some vague relative and went on a roller coaster with them. The coaster's gimmick was that at the end it dumps your into an alternate dimension of mindfucks. I remember distinctly not liking it.
I find I have cooler dreams the more I sleep.