I really wish I could recall the details of this dream. It was one of those richly detailed, linear stories, where for a few minutes after I woke I could have told you all the dialogue that had taken place, why things happened the way they did, and drawn you pictures (if I could draw) of the dream-characters and the settings.
It's somewhat faded now, but the first bit had to do with a mission, something very important, and featured cross-dimensional traveling by means of a small, representational figure or doll. Jeffery Sinclair, from Babylon 5, was the one trying to accomplish this mission. He was completely in character the whole time. (I haven't dreamed about him or anything from that fandom for something like a decade.)
I distinctly remember one of the dimension-crossing moments, when I took the little Sinclair figure out of its box and it came to life as Sinclair crossed over, and then suddenly it actually was Sinclair, in the room with me.
I'm uncertain of the precise transition between that part and the second half, but the second half is the one I could draw pictures from. My grandfather was in it. He was trying to get ahold of the pastor from his small Baptist church--an elderly man (so's my grandpa, but in the dream he was much more aware and healthy than his pastor) whom he was very worried about. Eventually we went to the church to look for him, and met up with a couple of other men who were doing the same thing we were: hunting goblins. It was cold out, snowy, and (I think) early morning--the light was cool and bluish-white. One of the men we met was young, tall, dark-haired (spiky, like he'd put gel in it); I'd recognize him if I saw him again. Name was Kyle, and he seemed very at home hunting these things.
There was a keen sense of imminent danger, of suspense.
I rarely dream about family members, especially grandparents, so it was very odd to not only dream of Sinclair, but essentially (if one draws parallels between the two halves of the dream) equate him and my grandpa as leaders fighting evil. Even weirder than putting my grandpa into a scenario which had a lot in common with the "hunters" of the Supernatural-verse.
And then last night:
Much less detailed, but I thought I'd throw it out there for your amusement: I remember either myself or Scully (I think it was Scully, actually) digging up the dirt floor of an old, rundown building. She found a body: Mulder's. But he was utterly undecayed, perfectly preserved, and I remember thinking of the word for that: incorruptible, as in the stories of some of the saints.
And yes, yes, there was an XF episode that involved such a body. But I haven't seen it in years, and that concept isn't exactly an everyday one. I wonder where it came from.