What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I dreamt for a brief time I was on board an air-conditioned city bus, loaded to the gills with people dressed in light-colored clothing. I briefly chatted with a few different women onboard.

I had a dream I was watching a show about a family who adopted special needs children. I guess I have been reading a lot about that lately and have seen many shows about that topic.

I don't think I ever have dreamed of food. Neither, as I saw questioned online recently, have I used my phone in a dream.

Last night, I remember 2 dreams. Though "remember" and "dreams" are used lightly.

The first is hazy, but I think fed by cheese and a vaudeville horror glimpsed on the TV before bed. I vaguely remember walking around in the dark, climbing into bed, and seeing a figure above me. This shocked me so much I did the classic nightmare trope of waking up springing upright with my heart racing. It took half a second for the image to fade after my eyes shot open, and the fire seemed to merge into the haze of the dark.

The second one seemed an endless journey, for some reason with a collection of people including a few colleagues. First the train broke down, then the bus, then we were walking for miles and found a picnic area by the road, illuminated by a free small fires. Several people where scattered around in sleeping bags. One appeared homeless, but not the others. We were bedding down when a police officer, sat at a picnic bench, gave us a caution of some kind. We carried on. Eventually we arrived at a gigantic waterproof. Some of us bought small things or tickets so we could access the showers. The last memory before I woke was sitting on a bench waiting for a cubicle.

I dreamt that Florence Welch was in our garden feeding kittens.

Dreamt about GI Joe crawling across the room

I dreamt I was in somebody's living room from what appeared to be the 1970s or early 80s with lots of burnt orange and woodgrain furniture, beige carpeting and fabric wallpaper with 70s paintings/artwork, and in there with me were two men dressed [in black from head to toe] as Chinese men from the 1800s, we were all listening to the phonographic apparatus in the room consisting of a modified Victrola with 2 huge playback horns each the size of a sousaphone bell, they were white like they were made of fiberglass, and the apparatus was playing well-maintained 78 rpm recordings of ethnic folk music from northern Europe. I remember the surface noise was fairly low considering the old-fashioned technology, albeit state of the art back in its day. I examined the machine closely and determined it was using a cactus stylus in the tone arm, the reason for the better than average sound fidelity.

Dreamt about deciding on the men's, women's, boys or girls bathroom at the library

Dreamt about going to a Boy Scouts meeting at a buffet/banquet.


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A couple nights ago I dreamed I was in the future & me & these other people were going undercover in an alien facility where the aliens were simulating human culture as part of some evil plot. The aliens were learning how to pretend to be human but everything in the program was a bit off including the way they dressed, way they talked, way they walked,what they were doing ect.

I've recently dreamed I was at my parents' home, but, as is usual in dreams, the place was significantly bigger, more complex and spookier. There was an intruder in the garage, a garage that, in real life, has been for years full of things haphazardly stored there at different times, and thus rendered unusable for parking cars. After a lengthy discussion, we decided to leave the house and station ourselves in the garage, watching intently the outside once we could find no sign of the interloper in there. I thought it was rather silly of us to make it so easy for him to slip into the house and take whatever he wanted, but knew better than to voice this concern, since my parents would most likely be offended that I thought I'm oh so smart.

The stranger didn't take long to reveal not just that he was in the house, but also that he'd somehow managed to drag along one of my parents' cars, all the way to the first floor! What makes this even more laughable in hindsight is that we've never had as much as stairs to go to the upper storeys; we used ladders and thought we'd get around to building stairs some fine, future year, which never came, because, after all, what was the hurry?

Anyway, the intruder refused to take the chance that someone might shoot at him from outside: we saw him driving backwards inside, speeding up against a window and bravely jumping through it, easily smashing the glass, the wooden frame and a good chunk of the wall in the process. The car somehow landed right in front of us, still without as much as a scratch, and sped away before we could overcome our befuddlement.

^^^thank you for that interpretation, AA

One time I had a dream where I was earths most wanted!

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Ya, I'm weird like that...

^^^glad they didn't catch you then