I dreamed I couldn't be sure the independent clauses were not joined by a connective.

Later that night, I dreamed I visited Arabia, where my people walk upside down.  

Then I dreamed that I was a Greek question mark, though of course I looked the same as I always do.

That was followed by a nightmare about a young bully named Nicholas Semicolon, strikingly similar to the shameful character with the same name in HELLO, MRS. PIGGLE-WIGGLE by Betty MacDonald.