What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Probably not quite strong enough evidence to justify contacting the Society For Psychical Research then. Better luck next time.

[Off-topic] Actually I knew one lady who posted on social media that Jesus had changed all the traffic lights to green for her, on what seems to have been a perfectly ordinary routine journey. You can't beat faith, can you? [/Off-topic]

Last night I dreamt that I had two woodboring worms chewing their way through my legs.
One red, one orange, both with Trumps face

I dreamt that I was in a cathedral with Paul McCartney and some of his musical cohorts, and a wizened old man named GG was the chorus master. I had to persuade GG to have our male chorus perform some holiday music, to which Paul McCartney enthusiastically agreed. Paul was dressed in gray sweatshirt and blue jeans, the chorus master was dressed in a gray sweat suit.

I dreamed this morning that someone asked me to feed his two kittens for them while he was gone and I agreed.

So I showed up to feed the kittens and couldn't find anything resembling cat food. Or human food for that matter. The only things the guy had that were edible were a great many bottles of alcohol.

The kittens were so young that they should have still been fed by their mother, but there were no signs of a mother cat at all.

After a while, a buddy of his showed up for a drink. He said that some of the liquor bottles contained milk.

It also turned out that the reason the guy was gone was that he had been sentenced to jail and would be there a few months.

I dreamt I was walking along on some city sidewalk somewhat just at dusk, when I came up on a 1950's convertible coup with an intermittently transparent hardtop on it, there were two people crawling around in it, it was as wide as it was long, nearly square from above, with two long rows of bench seats longitudinally bisected with varnished walnut and upholstered in saddle-colored pleated leather, a large steering wheel with a shifter on the column, the paint job was a mousy dull blue common in the era. I got in closer for a better look and I heard the man and woman inside exclaim about how big it was, the man saying "Man! this thing is BIG!"

I dreamt that me and my late sister were in one of my old apartments from decades ago, I saw a pair of large brown mice emerge from a mouse hole opposite the bathroom. my sister was so bent out of shape that she levitated a foot off the ground and spun in circles. suddenly two stray cats, one white and one an orange tabby with a double-ended lightbulb stuck in its mouth, came up on the scene, the white cat made short work of the two mice then disappeared,while the orange cat appealed to me to remove the lightbulb from its mouth, which I did. then it followed me to the kitchen where I washed off the light bulb, the cat made a beeline to a catfood dish and ate up. it then rubbed against my legs and purred.

I had a dream that my son was here and he made me a cup of tea. He's kind like that.

Dreamt about riding an electric pallet jack and crashing

I had a couple of dreams this morning.

One involved fishing and having issues with the fishing boat.

The other dream was more interesting. In the dream, I had a very formal e-mail and message board posting style. Every e-mail and every post was very formal. For example, the first line of each was the date and time of the e-mail. Then, the identity of who I was responding to (often not their real name which I wouldn't know). Then a "Dear Wolfgang" (or whatever their first name is) or a "To Whom It May Concern".

Then the body of he message followed by a signature.

Below that was a variety of reference information. For example, the reference information would include the URL to the location. I would also save a copy of every response to a file on the computer and so it would include a reference to the file name which would identify the date and time (2025-05-21 - 14:14), my initials or name or alias, the recipient's company and name, and a somewhat brief description of the contents.

And everything was printed and filed in a file cabinet, often multiple copies if needed to file in more than one place. So there would be a reference for the location and id number of each file.

For forum posts such as this, I would first write them up in a word processor before posting them.

In real life, though, I'm far from being that organized.

sounds like a work nightmare.

dreamt I was in a futuristic big building with a transparent exterior elevator that went up and down silently and quickly, like 10 seconds to get up to 50 stories. then the elevator went back down as various people got on and off. at the bottom I got off and went into a kitchen area where a young version of my late mother and father were waiting for me, they served me yummy food on a table.

Maybe, but the real nightmare is trying to find something you posted a few years earlier. On one forum that I post on, the mods removed every thread that hadn't been responded to n more than a month or so. Consequently, if you want to find something from previous to that, you are out of luck.

Also, I sometimes do enter my response in a text processor and then paste it into the forum entry. This can occur for a number of reasons. For example, I used to have a problem with a post I was making disappearing if it took me longer than 5 or 10 minutes to write.

I've been dreaming more lately. I think its the meds I've started.

Last night I was on large ship of some description. This is going to be a bit hard to explain. There was a very large fish tank on board, more like one of those oceanarium things where you can walk through a tunnel and you've got fish all around. But you had to swim through it and then pop up into an air bubble where there was a bench seat and you could sit and watch the fish. So I did that and I was sat in there for a bit with Bob Mortimer, who's a UK comedian if you don't know. Then I swam back out and started walking to the back end of the ship and it started rising and falling dramatically and I didn't like it so I started moving back up the ship thinking it was probably only the stern doing that and it would be calmer in the middle. But it wasn't, it kept getting worse until the ship was basically going straight up and then plunging straight down. And I found some seats and strapped myself in and I was looking out the window and I could see trees and stuff, like the ship wasn't at sea any more, but was sailing down roads and going under railway bridges and I was worrying that the ship wouldn't fit under the bridges and the bridge would knock the top of the ship off. And then I realised that the ship wasn't going up and down anymore, it was just going straight down and I noticed that the ship around me was sort of mangled, the other seats twisted out of position and I couldn't get out and I thought we must be going down by the nose and I was waiting for the sea to come rushing up through the cabin as it sank and drown me. Then I woke up.

i dreamt i was back at work in the labor and delivery ward, i was having to do the RNs work as she was missing from the scene for some reason, and i was not qualified. the baby came out and the doctor handed the infant to the parents who were clueless, then she snatched it back and handed it to me, i took the slippery slimy wriggling infant to the warming station and after aspirating its upper respiratory, tried to swaddle it but had no idea how to do that, so i asked the doc, "how does a baby get swaddled?", and in disgust she got up and approached me and with a smirk said a seeming non-sequitur, "whose baby is this?" and i asked her what she meant, and she conspiratorially whispered to me, "the 'father" is FTM, and the 'mother' is MTF. this whole scenario cannot be happening for real, so again i ask you, 'whose baby is this?'"