Two of them, last night. A few days ago SO was opening the dishwasher to unload it and a juice glass had shattered on the top rack; I dreamed that it happened again. Standard processing/stress dream, I think.
The other was a bit weirder and suggests that fandom is eating my brain, as I dreamed that
snegurochka_lee and I were having a conversation about a fic by
florahart; the only thing I now recall is that a character in the fic died in the very last line, which sounds rather un-Flora-ish anyhow.
*ponders on the oddities of the brain*