My funniest dream was sometime in the past year, I don't recall. I actually established a bit of dream control, but, well, not enough.
I was safeguarding some fugitives, running after them while putting myself between them and the pursuer. Anyways, eventually, I took control and decided to turn and stand my ground. The weapon of choice was, apparently, a blade, so I drew my sword as the enemy advanced.
The "sword" was about six inches long.
The attacker had a fairly standard sized blade and immediately began to slice me up. It hurt. So I woke myself up, recalled it, and started to laugh at myself. It was as if I had punished myself for thinking I was a match. Moral of the story: don't be a hero!