What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I used to get really nervous standing in front of a class to give a presentation. Now, in Toastmasters, I love to speak. I wish I had known about Toastmasters or Youth Leadership programs when I was much younger. I didn't join Toastmasters until 1992, when I was 27. I could have used all the help I could get when I was younger.

The nightmare thing is part of my sleep disorder, so I have pretty constant nightmares. Last one was o something with long claws tearing up my back, but when I woke up (not screaming, which is a plus) my back wasn't even sore or anything to inspire such a dream. Wut?

I had a dream one time where I was in a hotel and I was playing an Atari 7800 on an old CRT TV, but the room was outside, and it was sunny and bright.

-LegoMaster2149 (Written on September 13, 2017)

I have a vague recollection of my mom and dad advising me on something from beyond the grave.

i remember this fragment of dream- i was in some school in San Francisco or whereabouts, it was the end of the term and school day, and i got on board an old school bus whose yellow paint had faded to white, it was from the 1950s but mechanically kept up to date. the inside was painted a cheery glossy robin's egg-blue, and i sat on a dark green textured vinyl seat cushion in front next to the driver's seat. there were some of my sister's rocks on the floor mat behind the accelerator and brake pedals, and i clumsily knocked another few larger shiny rocks from a ledge next to the dashboard, onto the driver's floorboard, they bumped into the other rocks there and made clacking and thumping sounds. i saw my sister's car keys just then, among the rocks on the floorboard. there was a driver's side door on this bus, and it opened and a very old version of my sister came aboard and sat in the driver's seat and put the keys in the ignition and started the bus, which ran well. i almost didn't recognize her. she looked like she morphed into an old school bus driver i had in high school. the bus went underway, but the driver's side door remained open for some reason, and soon i noticed what looked like a large snail [easily the size of a pool ball] climbing up the frame of the doorway, painted turquoise blue, and soon a turquoise blue bee, a giant one the size of a banana slug, flew out from the shell and started terrorizing the bus passengers, it angrily flitted back and forth until it settled on the door frame, whereupon i blew at it as hard as i could, and it got blown outside. no sooner than that happened, than another bunch of extra-large [the size of bullets] yellow jackets flew in and started flitting around and stinging people, and i got stung, the pain was blinding white, and then i awoke.

I don't get it.

How are you are able to feel pain in dreams? Unless its real pain being inflicted on you from the real outside world while you sleep. If you get what I am saying.

If I fell asleep on a couch with my body pushed against a hard object that caused me pain IRL its quite likely that my mind would generate a dream to explain that pain by weaving the sensation into the narrative of some fantastic story. But I don't have stuff happening in dreams that I anticipate causing pain (before I actually feel pain), and THEN feel pain when the thing happens in the dream (like a bee going at me, and then stinging me, and THEN I feel pain). Its always pain (or a bad smell in the room) or whatever first. And then the explanation in the narrative. Like once years ago I dreamt I was trying to sleep on a fireplace mantelpiece with my head on top of a hard porcelain clock as a pillow. I then woke up and realized I had a massive hangover headache from drinking earlier that night.

^^^I've felt pain before in dreams, without any 'real life' cause. I've also tasted things, such as a chocolate cake with a nanimo bar base, and there was a significant difference between the two tastes.

I dreamt I was in somebody's white living room, a large mansion-like space- all white, from floor to ceiling, with white furniture as well. but the people in this room were all dressed in black right down to their hair. these people included my late parents [looking as they did in the prime of their lives] as well as my mom's best friend [also looking young], who due to her presence in the dream gave me the dream vibe that she had passed on as well. they were relating to me as though they were trying to teach me something, some ethical point, that I had trouble cognitively digesting.