I woke up today for class from one of the longest dreams yet. It ranks in some of the oddest too.
It had in total 2 or 3 major parts, which I can't begin to say had any transition points other than maybe a new REM cycle. Each time it change was a different viewpoint.
So here 'goes...

Scene 1: Not really remembered, but I remember some piece of dream that might have been chronologically around here.
Me and about 3 others at first, were running around a maze-like building. It might have been where Carver Hall (at Iowa State University) is. But the design was far from like it on the inside.
All the walls were white, and many of the hallways intersected with other ones in virtually no stratified fashion. Many doors lined the halls, and each had a different destination. sometimes to different rooms or hallways, some to stairs that led up or down, and still others, to traps. I had managed to work my way to the second basement (labeled floor E. I had a passing thought that the one that would be below it would be F if we found a way down). Members of my group were heckling me to find a way out of the building - preferably by going back up to the main floor, which meant we needed to find a way up. We came across another group of people, and decided to work together. So here I am with a group of people (all guys), and we get the idea to try and mark the doors that do us no good. One person tries a door that has a staircase up when we looked inside, he comes running down promptly away from some sort of trap and lets us know it's not an option. Looking a bit more, past that door, I find another one that has a window in the upper half of it unlike the rest. To my astonishment, it is on the ground level looking out into the parking lot of carver (only in this dream, the low lot is to the north.), and I can see some of the buildings to the north of it. We'd found our way out, but for some reason that has been lost to the land of dreams, we didn't immediately run out the door. Nothing bad about trying to, but I just know we didn't.

Scene 2: I'm with a lot of other people, mostly older than me. One a prominent man with black skin. Very friendly. Short of it was, they were a Resistance faction. They put holes in whatever the main government was doing. I followed with them for a while, got to see some of their fancier gadgets, but funny enough was never given any. At one point, we were traveling down a canyon on a flat path next to a slow but clear river. There was a small drop off between our path and the river where we were.
We had to be careful, because there could be people looking for us to hunt us down. Thinking it the smarter option then, and because I spotted something, I jumped into the river, then paddled over and grabbed a bow (the weapon) that had been sitting in the water. I got a few "why'd you do that?" responses, as though it were a stupid idea. I showed them the bow and explained myself and at least 1 or 2 of the ~5 other people joined me. If memory serves it turned out to be a good idea, because I think one or two members of who we were resisting showed up on the higher cliffs and took a couple shots at those walking. Missing as mooks should.

Scene 3: Now here's where things get interesting. I'm back in the city, and being trained on how rules of engagement work. Lots of Resistance members were in the building and being interrogated. We (everyone in the room including myself) were to make sure things didn't get out of hand, and that any Resistance members that made a break for it were taken down. In very video-game like fashion, we were told there would be 3 kinds of guns laying around for us - and unfortunately the Resistance also - to utilize. A pistol, a machine gun, and a Pulse gun. Pistol was typical, one bullet per trigger pull, average fire rate. Machine gun (though about the same size as a pistol) had a high rate of fire but low accuracy (pull and hold the trigger). The pulse gun, with a slow rate of fire, like it needed a moment of recharge between trigger pulls, it shot a dark ball of energy, and was probably one of the more powerful ones. Briefly we were told about some sort of coin limit for each person of varying ranks. I tuned this mostly out. The basic idea of "low ranks can't carry many coins, and high ones can" was all I needed to know.
We were then sent to get our assignments. I find myself standing in a long line, and high on the walls around a gapingly large place (which I think was indoors? but might have been outdoors and I was just seeing these on wide building walls), an image of a lady in a black and white uniform saluting or something (maybe in a 'heil Hitler'-type fashion?), repeated over-and-over, side-by-side, she was chanting "Enlist!" cheerfully. Apparently there was a drive to get more soldiers for fighting off the Resistance or something.
Finally towards the front of the line, I see my brother sitting at a desk where he checks in each fighter and sends them to their assigned floor of this building where the Resistance members are being interrogated. The man in front of me is a teacher, and it turns out ensuring future education is more important than risking his life, so the man is let go and not required to take part. With a bit of a sinking heart, I approach next. Not even being his sibling gets me out of taking part in this dangerous - and possibly deadly endeavor. He doesn't seem to react too harshly, but somewhere in our conversation, being siblings had been mentioned.
My assignment was on one of the top-most floors of a building over 10 stories tall. I am merely to patrol and make sure things are running smoothly, and get rid of any problems. Simple enough, and easier on me if things stay quiet. I was making a counter-clockwise circuit around the building, starting in the north-west corner. The building had a hallway running around towards the edges with room enough for rooms to be placed on either side of the hallway, but they trended towards the edge of the building so each room had a window. The interrogation was interesting. Several separated pairs of people all talking casually, draped loosely over chairs and the like, like many sets of people having inane conversation. Not even threatening. My job was looking easy. The only oddity was that even though they were moving, as though in conversation, every conversation and every room was completely quiet. Yes they were talking amongst each other, but I couldn't even hear intelligible whispers.
Somewhere along my route I found a Pulse gun, and not remembering anything about the gun except for its slow rate of fire, I didn't intend to use it, but I'd found nothing else so far. About halfway through, I stepped into one of these rooms (now in the south-east corner) to watch the peaceful conversation for a while. I then took a glance back out the door I'd come in, figuring I should get back to my watch. Suddenly a Resistance member who I'm certain had a huge bushy (fox?) tail and was a vibrant purple (with perhaps a pattern?), came in from the left of the doorway, turned, saw me, and took a shot with a pistol he'd been carrying. It hit me in the right-chest, close to my shoulder, and it hurt like someone had punched me - so not as much as a bullet should. They then tore down the hall around the corner I would have headed down while on my circuit.
One thing besides getting after them came to mind. When I'd started I had 7 'hits', these were kind of like hit-points, in a way that they were a measure of how much life I had. I made note that the bullet had taken 1. Carrying on I ran out the door, and found on the floor assorted change of all kinds. Two more anthro-like resistance popped around the corner, and I flicked a dime at the first one's (a girl) head, it seemed to be an annoyance as it bounced off, but it obviously did nothing. Throwing a couple more coins I realized it was useless as they ran off. Then recalling something about coins, and that these were indeed coins, I picked them up and continued down the hall. Somewhere as I got close to the hospital wing, I met up with my brother, and we went to the doctor together so I could get healed.
The doctor worked on a sort of screen that displayed what my hits were, how many coins I had, how many weapons I had found, my accuracy, and my total Resistance members beaten. I was put at full hits (7), praised for having found as much coin as I had, and then penalized heavily for having found few weapons (2...which I can't rightly say how), and how poor my kill rate was. since it was practically 0. On the screen it displayed a 4 - 7/4 While I can't say what the initial 4 was, the 7/4 was my current hits. For having done so poorly, I was tweaked in a way to be easier to kill. There was a gloomy silence, my brother and I realized that this was how they weeded out the weak soldiers. Ones that did better were given more hits, and the ones that did poorly were given higher difficulties. Both of us were sure I wouldn't last much longer. Finally I piped up and told my brother not to worry, I might have made a mention about my plans, but I remember nothing more than the general idea of I would do force a change in how things worked so that I would survive.
Soon after leaving, one Resistance member showed up and now using a pistol, I took the person out. Making a cocky comment like 'heal me doc!' though not actually going back out of some worry that just that would probably put me worse off than I already was perhaps, I didn't go back immediately. Throughout the rest of the dream, all characters (including myself) are a range of human to animal and every variant in-between, the anthropomorphic ones usually involving ears and tails.
Soon I found myself on the ground level outside, near what might have been a radio tower, I was fighting some sort of little white fennec, full animal form, and I'd armed myself with a machine gun. Every time I hit it, a little bullet showed up on top of its fur, just stuck there, maybe as an easy way to keep track of how many hits it had taken? Another little orange fox had shown up and doing some fancy spinning jumps and being otherwise very acrobatic, was taking pot-shots at me with a pistol. Unfairly accurate compared to my gun. 2, 3, 4(?) hits from this little jumping pistol, I had taken several hits already and was sure I was suppose to be dying - I had forgotten how many hits I had taken between that first Resistance after the hospital and now. Somewhere I had barged out of a window and either hanging on or being suspended in place somehow I had managed to pick off a few that were escaping through the windows on lower floors. Despite this, I was vaguely certain 4 hits was all I had left. I'd figured out somehow that my target (after finding I basically couldn't hit the bouncing one and went back to the injured one) had about 8 hits, and had already taken 5 or 6. With a furious roar, I'm sure I was lucid dreaming for a moment, as I was able to focus on the fennec and a sort of barrier let me ignore any shots the bouncing fox was shooting at me.
Now I'm back in the building, a bit better off than originally. I meet up with the black-skinned man in an interrogation room. He gave a chuckle and made a mention of how I'd been fooling them for 4...(months? years?) I forget the time period, but the idea was I was to him a resistance member and been working undercover for them for quite some time. I nervously tried to continue the conversation without being so obvious about such a thing as there was another soldier in the room. Breaking away from the conversation, I took to the halls again.
Next I'm running about kicking ass and taking names, though careful to avoid attacking any of the resistance members whose faces I recognized, letting them run past. In a montage-like fashion, I see a panel with my hits scaling up and up. over 20 hits, almost 30 hits. I'm gaining lots of power, and somewhere I wondered 'at what price?', despite being careful not to harm those I knew.

I'd been woken up by my alarm multiple times by the time I reached this point in my dream and eventually it became impossible to re-enter the dream. I can't say how it might have ended, though I know my dreams don't get to reach any form of conclusion.
Now that I'm able to put it down and see it, I realize I was playing one of the "mooks" for the most of my dream. Which might go somewhere to explain why my hit-rate was so low despite the hail of machine-gun fire was directly on top of (and otherwise appearing to make contact with) the fennec target.

It was a little bit of video-game, a little bit of resistance/regime war... and a little bit of furry (I at one point had large fox ears and a fox tail). While the colors were primarily blacks/greys of varying shades/white and such. I know there were oranges, purples, and meaningful browns and such.