What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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what's the last weirdest dream you had, by type?
*I dream weird Technicolor dreams most of the time! :jester: 14%  14%  [ 88 ]
*I dream mostly vivid but totally "normal" dreams generally. :salut: 11%  11%  [ 69 ]
*I tend to dream "average" blah dreams. :| 4%  4%  [ 25 ]
*I generally dream in vivid colors and sounds :jester: 14%  14%  [ 85 ]
*I tend to dream in average/subdued colors and subdued/muted sounds :| 5%  5%  [ 31 ]
*I dream only in shades of gray. :| 0%  0%  [ 3 ]
*I never seem to remember my dreams. :| 9%  9%  [ 57 ]
*I have mostly good dreams :) 9%  9%  [ 56 ]
*I have mostly nightmares or night fillies :help: 11%  11%  [ 69 ]
*I LUCIDLY DREAM! :star: :colors: 14%  14%  [ 90 ]
*I wanna nice yummy ice cream! :chef: 9%  9%  [ 56 ]
Total votes : 629

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22 Jun 2017, 12:57 pm

^:o :huh: Well, then.


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22 Jun 2017, 9:17 pm

Kuraudo7777 wrote:
^ :o :huh: Well, then.

yeh, that's what I said! :o



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23 Jun 2017, 3:58 am

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I had a complicated dream, first I was amiably chatting with some upper-middle-aged rich guy with the bearing of the late William Buckley, then I watched as he made his obese adult male children paint the interior of his mansion in a custard yellow color. then I was driving out in the countryside where I live, and ended up on a cul-de-sac which terminated with an abandoned warehouse-style hardware store, and I was chatting with another person looking at the property and telling him I wanted to turn it into a mansion, he suggested making a bunch of condos instead. then we debated his suggestion that the English language needed to be drastically simplified with the bulk of words deleted, and I told him that George Orwell would have frowned on such a thing, also how could you write songs and poetry with so few words? and the guy replied, "we don't need any of that stuff."


That's quite interesting.

A rich guy with the mannerisms of William F. Buckley would represent conservatism, and establishment, and like that.

But instead of hiring help, he gets his fat ass adult kids to do the scut work for him to paint his house. In a way its like Trump (who has turned the White House into a family business), but in a way its not. Trumps kids don't do scut work, and Trump is not erudite like Buckley. So the dream is probably not a fable about Trump, or not exactly.

Interesting that you wanted to flip a Home Depot type store into something else. Not sure whether your dream self was looking to make it into a "mansion" for yourself to live in (to turn it into a consumer good for yourself, to maybe emulate that rich guy), or to turn it into a capital good that you planned to sell. But that person you talked to seemed to being thinking of flipping it to sell (ie "turning it into condos").

That person seemed smart, but then he turned sinister by demanding that we get rid of "most of the words in the English language".

Oddly enough Buckley was known for being sesquipedalian, and erudite, and like that. So he wouldn't go for that guys idea anymore than Orwell would have.

Not sure what to make of that dream. Interesting.



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23 Jun 2017, 4:04 am

I guess that last dream part WAS about T Rump. he would likely turn it [America's physical plant] into chockablock condos shabbily constructed for a king's ransom in rent. he has no obvious need for music and poetry, IMHO.



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23 Jun 2017, 6:35 am

I dreamed I was back in school. I might have been thinking of some classes I wanted to take up again. They weren't academic ones however, but activities through the local Recreation and Parks Department.



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23 Jun 2017, 11:24 am

I dreamed that I was at this palace or a fancy manor of some kind. I was there with my mum and Nana and Grandpa. Everything was white and kind of golden. There was another family there, a little girl and her grandparents or guardians. She started crying as we got ready to leave, screaming and screaming. I thought to myself 'One day, I will come back here.' We got in the car, and there was snow everywhere, blowing around in drifts. Grandpa was driving, with mum and Nana in the back with me, but I was on the left window seat, which has only happened once in my life. In the front passenger seat was a man I've never seen before. Apparently we were dropping him off somewhere, even though it was snowing so heavily.


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25 Jun 2017, 7:29 pm

I dreamt I was in a white room with some other people dressed in white suits, and we were discussing how there could be monsters outside the walls somewhere. that's all I remember of it. :shrug:



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26 Jun 2017, 6:06 pm

i had a bunch of dream in my dream, including a dream within a dream- i was in my parents' old house with my mother as she was shortly before her passing. she wanted to go see a botanical display put on by the Smithsonian institution in a travelling show, but i could not get tickets for some reason for the local show, so she agreed when i suggested travelling to Washington DC for the Smithsonian's own show there on its home turf. so i went online and tried to figure out how to get there, getting plane tickets and tickets to see the exhibit, and had that arranged, then i wrote down all this in a dream journal as i suspected in the dream that this was all a dream, hurriedly jotting it all down in chicken scratch on a sheet of ruled school paper. then i mentioned to my mom about flying and taking the subway etc. and she at first agreed then got second thoughts. at this point the dream segued into the 1950s and i was in the backseat of a convertible Buick driven by frank sinatra, an unidentified passenger who seemed like a low-level mobster to me, and frank did not like this man and deliberately drove recklessly down the highway and sideswiped a picket fence next to the road, bashing the rear view mirror and making it shatter into the face of the mobster, who immediately grabbed the steering wheel and steered the Buick to a stop then punched and stomped frank sinatra to a bloody pulp. then we both got out of the car and walked down the highway at high speed like we were flying, and i ended up in a shopping mall and walked into a radio shack store which featured state of the art tech that they never had in real life. i was watching a movie on a humongous big screen TV on the wall in there, it featured peter falk and bill murray on screen, they both were wearing PJs and hiding in a closet hanging from the closet railing, dangling between the clothing. bill's character reached into his pocket and gave some kind of little piece of paper to peter's character, then they both went their separate ways. then i heard the found of female moaning, and turned around and noticed the whole radio shack was wired for surround sound and somebody was playing a porn video somewhere in the store. in the back of the store was another display in the middle of the room, featuring a large TV set playing an all-female movie of some kind where they were in this big sci-fi room like the bridge of a starship, and in the radio shack store in that section were a bunch of women dressed up in shiny sci-fi uniforms just like the characters on the screen. then i went to the desk to ask about a catalogue and was handed a bunch of flyers and asked to set them down on a display rack in front of the store, and i asked what about the catalog and was told that was obsolete. then i awoke. :scratch:



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27 Jun 2017, 1:26 pm

I've never had a dream within a dream before, but some of my dreams are unusually mundane enough that I become confused on whether I've actually done something or not.


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27 Jun 2017, 3:18 pm

auntblabby wrote:
i had a bunch of dream in my dream, including a dream within a dream- i was in my parents' old house with my mother as she was shortly before her passing. she wanted to go see a botanical display put on by the Smithsonian institution in a travelling show, but i could not get tickets for some reason for the local show, so she agreed when i suggested travelling to Washington DC for the Smithsonian's own show there on its home turf. so i went online and tried to figure out how to get there, getting plane tickets and tickets to see the exhibit, and had that arranged, then i wrote down all this in a dream journal as i suspected in the dream that this was all a dream, hurriedly jotting it all down in chicken scratch on a sheet of ruled school paper. then i mentioned to my mom about flying and taking the subway etc. and she at first agreed then got second thoughts. at this point the dream segued into the 1950s and i was in the backseat of a convertible Buick driven by frank sinatra, an unidentified passenger who seemed like a low-level mobster to me, and frank did not like this man and deliberately drove recklessly down the highway and sideswiped a picket fence next to the road, bashing the rear view mirror and making it shatter into the face of the mobster, who immediately grabbed the steering wheel and steered the Buick to a stop then punched and stomped frank sinatra to a bloody pulp. then we both got out of the car and walked down the highway at high speed like we were flying, and i ended up in a shopping mall and walked into a radio shack store which featured state of the art tech that they never had in real life. i was watching a movie on a humongous big screen TV on the wall in there, it featured peter falk and bill murray on screen, they both were wearing PJs and hiding in a closet hanging from the closet railing, dangling between the clothing. bill's character reached into his pocket and gave some kind of little piece of paper to peter's character, then they both went their separate ways. then i heard the found of female moaning, and turned around and noticed the whole radio shack was wired for surround sound and somebody was playing a porn video somewhere in the store. in the back of the store was another display in the middle of the room, featuring a large TV set playing an all-female movie of some kind where they were in this big sci-fi room like the bridge of a starship, and in the radio shack store in that section were a bunch of women dressed up in shiny sci-fi uniforms just like the characters on the screen. then i went to the desk to ask about a catalogue and was handed a bunch of flyers and asked to set them down on a display rack in front of the store, and i asked what about the catalog and was told that was obsolete. then i awoke. :scratch:


I've said it before. I will say it again. Tell your doctor to put you on different meds! :lol:

Time travel is a big part of the dream. Mid 20th Century stuff about Sinatra and the Mob and a convertible. That juxtaposed to big screen TVs, porn, and science fiction.



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27 Jun 2017, 7:56 pm

I hope I'll dream a good dream tonight.


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27 Jun 2017, 8:40 pm

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auntblabby wrote:
i had a bunch of dream in my dream, including a dream within a dream- i was in my parents' old house with my mother as she was shortly before her passing. she wanted to go see a botanical display put on by the Smithsonian institution in a travelling show, but i could not get tickets for some reason for the local show, so she agreed when i suggested travelling to Washington DC for the Smithsonian's own show there on its home turf. so i went online and tried to figure out how to get there, getting plane tickets and tickets to see the exhibit, and had that arranged, then i wrote down all this in a dream journal as i suspected in the dream that this was all a dream, hurriedly jotting it all down in chicken scratch on a sheet of ruled school paper. then i mentioned to my mom about flying and taking the subway etc. and she at first agreed then got second thoughts. at this point the dream segued into the 1950s and i was in the backseat of a convertible Buick driven by frank sinatra, an unidentified passenger who seemed like a low-level mobster to me, and frank did not like this man and deliberately drove recklessly down the highway and sideswiped a picket fence next to the road, bashing the rear view mirror and making it shatter into the face of the mobster, who immediately grabbed the steering wheel and steered the Buick to a stop then punched and stomped frank sinatra to a bloody pulp. then we both got out of the car and walked down the highway at high speed like we were flying, and i ended up in a shopping mall and walked into a radio shack store which featured state of the art tech that they never had in real life. i was watching a movie on a humongous big screen TV on the wall in there, it featured peter falk and bill murray on screen, they both were wearing PJs and hiding in a closet hanging from the closet railing, dangling between the clothing. bill's character reached into his pocket and gave some kind of little piece of paper to peter's character, then they both went their separate ways. then i heard the found of female moaning, and turned around and noticed the whole radio shack was wired for surround sound and somebody was playing a porn video somewhere in the store. in the back of the store was another display in the middle of the room, featuring a large TV set playing an all-female movie of some kind where they were in this big sci-fi room like the bridge of a starship, and in the radio shack store in that section were a bunch of women dressed up in shiny sci-fi uniforms just like the characters on the screen. then i went to the desk to ask about a catalogue and was handed a bunch of flyers and asked to set them down on a display rack in front of the store, and i asked what about the catalog and was told that was obsolete. then i awoke. :scratch:


I've said it before. I will say it again. Tell your doctor to put you on different meds! :lol:

Time travel is a big part of the dream. Mid 20th Century stuff about Sinatra and the Mob and a convertible. That juxtaposed to big screen TVs, porn, and science fiction.

hey! at least the bulk of my nightmares are gone or muted in their nightmarishness :bounce: this since I went OFF the meds. but I would love to be able to actually dream about the FUTURE.



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27 Jun 2017, 9:34 pm

auntblabby wrote:
naturalplastic wrote:
auntblabby wrote:
i had a bunch of dream in my dream, including a dream within a dream- i was in my parents' old house with my mother as she was shortly before her passing. she wanted to go see a botanical display put on by the Smithsonian institution in a travelling show, but i could not get tickets for some reason for the local show, so she agreed when i suggested travelling to Washington DC for the Smithsonian's own show there on its home turf. so i went online and tried to figure out how to get there, getting plane tickets and tickets to see the exhibit, and had that arranged, then i wrote down all this in a dream journal as i suspected in the dream that this was all a dream, hurriedly jotting it all down in chicken scratch on a sheet of ruled school paper. then i mentioned to my mom about flying and taking the subway etc. and she at first agreed then got second thoughts. at this point the dream segued into the 1950s and i was in the backseat of a convertible Buick driven by frank sinatra, an unidentified passenger who seemed like a low-level mobster to me, and frank did not like this man and deliberately drove recklessly down the highway and sideswiped a picket fence next to the road, bashing the rear view mirror and making it shatter into the face of the mobster, who immediately grabbed the steering wheel and steered the Buick to a stop then punched and stomped frank sinatra to a bloody pulp. then we both got out of the car and walked down the highway at high speed like we were flying, and i ended up in a shopping mall and walked into a radio shack store which featured state of the art tech that they never had in real life. i was watching a movie on a humongous big screen TV on the wall in there, it featured peter falk and bill murray on screen, they both were wearing PJs and hiding in a closet hanging from the closet railing, dangling between the clothing. bill's character reached into his pocket and gave some kind of little piece of paper to peter's character, then they both went their separate ways. then i heard the found of female moaning, and turned around and noticed the whole radio shack was wired for surround sound and somebody was playing a porn video somewhere in the store. in the back of the store was another display in the middle of the room, featuring a large TV set playing an all-female movie of some kind where they were in this big sci-fi room like the bridge of a starship, and in the radio shack store in that section were a bunch of women dressed up in shiny sci-fi uniforms just like the characters on the screen. then i went to the desk to ask about a catalogue and was handed a bunch of flyers and asked to set them down on a display rack in front of the store, and i asked what about the catalog and was told that was obsolete. then i awoke. :scratch:


I've said it before. I will say it again. Tell your doctor to put you on different meds! :lol:

Time travel is a big part of the dream. Mid 20th Century stuff about Sinatra and the Mob and a convertible. That juxtaposed to big screen TVs, porn, and science fiction.

hey! at least the bulk of my nightmares are gone or muted in their nightmarishness :bounce: this since I went OFF the meds. but I would love to be able to actually dream about the FUTURE.


You and me both 'blabby! I had a weird dream last night where there was a rebellion of students at school!


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27 Jun 2017, 9:35 pm

^^^^here is the place to describe the story of that dream :star:



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28 Jun 2017, 7:31 pm

i dreamt i was on a San Francisco city street, atop a hill, at noontime, i watched a street person toss an empty wine bottle [fancy kind with the knit rope stuff around the base] into the wrong receptacle which for some reason was located in the middle of the street. there were cops all over the place, but all unarmed and dressed just like London bobbies, one of them marched the street person back to the wrong receptacle and made her pull it out and deposit it into the right receptacle which was located at the top of the street atop the hill. then everything stopped for lunch, all the cops brought up tables and set up a smorgasbord whose aromas drew me there, and i ate this delicious brown noodle pasta stuff but before i could eat any more i found myself in a dentists chair getting a PAINFUL shot of Novocain in the upper gums, and i complained so they changed to a different medication which hurt a LOT less. then i was in some office where they just had a smorgasbord of their own, and all the food had already been eaten this time, and i was sitting in front of a secretary's desk while she was chatting with a coworker about this and that. then i awoke.



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28 Jun 2017, 7:53 pm

That's interesting. That you have tactile, and taste, in your dreams. Physical pain. And tasting food.

I only get taste, or pain, in dreams, if its my head adapting to real life external stimuli happening. Like I once dreamt I was eating a steak dinner because I had the residue of beef on my teeth from eating a hamburger before I went to bed. And I once dreamt that I had somehow become a mantle piece-or was trying to mimic a mantelpiece - a porcelain figure sleeping on a hard porcelain pillow above a fireplace- until I realized that I had a splitting headache IRL, and woke up realizing that I was hungover from drinking the night before (this was back in college), and also realized that the dream was trying weave my headache into its narrative to keep me asleep.

But your head seems to be able to generate pain, and food flavor, in your dreams without real external stimuli.

That's surprising to me.