I had a weird one the other night. Since it's been two days, some details are foggy. I had no agency in the dream, it was like watching a movie.
In it, I had this friend or lover that hung himself or maybe I killed them. I was really distraught and went to live in this complex alone. Maybe it was a castle. And I think I was the last person on earth. And I had the head of a rat in place of my own.
In my bed, which had like little borders protruding up on each side so I couldn't fall out, there were three rats, and somewhere else in the complex there was a device (I think it may have actually been a throne at some points in the dream) that could turn one (but only one) of the three rats into a human again. I think the implication was that one of the three rats would turn into the person that killed themselves/was murdered at the beginning of the dream.
So, I slept in the bed with the three rats. They all knew what was at stake, so they'd like, rub up against me and try to cuddle, which I found gross because they were fucking rats. There was more than one scene like this. After a couple of them, I was so revolted that I took the most affectionate rat and flushed it down the toilet, and I later freaked out about whether or not I flushed the "right" rat. Some other stuff happened. I forget. I woke up at like 3AM and had to take an emergency monster shit. After I wiped my ass, the toilet paper looked like the inside of a used coffee filter. The end.