The following things occurred in my dream last night:
First off, my parents in this reality owned a restaurant. This will be important later.
I went into a toy store and saw a toy plane which was a two-seater F-16 Fighting Falcon painted in Thunderbirds livery. I also watched a promotional video featuring the Thunderbirds in combat bombing something in Afghanistan. On the toy plane was written a former coworker's name and the pilot was his miniature likeness. When I congratulated him on his achievements, he warned not to tell anyone as the fact that he was a pilot was supposed to be a secret, and officially he was still on Microsoft's payroll.
I was caught in a wine store without clothing. Every attempt I made to get dressed resulted in me only having a single article of clothing, or fumbling around not able to get anything on. The wine store was run by fervent Christians, and all the bottles on display were empty. Much like some video rental and video game stores, one brought an empty bottle to the cashier where a full, sealed one was brought out.
An online acquaintance of mine visited my parents' restaurant. My wife and I had a sexual encounter with her (consummated off-screen, oddly enough). She was staying at the restaurant, and as I was leaving for whatever reason, and I slipped and fell into a puddle of brown gravy at the side of the road.
I think there may have been some other weird things in there, but there you go. At least there were no plane crashes this time.