What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Last night I had a dream where Vika Yermanova was a 3 year old kid and was playing piano really well.

Yesterday I was moaning about my poor pianoplaying skills, maybe I had that depressing dream because of that. I was feeling soooo talentless...

I don't know if this sounds weird but it did feel really weird and depressing...

dreamed I was sword fighting with my epi-pin

i dreamt i was driving home at night, from some thing or another [maybe evening shift at the hospital] and i found myself mistakenly driving on the wrong side of the road because for some reason i thought that the roads were reversed] and when the onrush of swerving cars came at me, i quickly switched over to the proper side. then i got stopped at an intersection kitty-corner from an airforce base, at a traffic light whose lights would not definitively settle on a color, it would be slightly dimly red, or dimly green and flashing back to yellow and red and back to dim green, and in the dream i was struggling with whether or not to just run the light, for the longest time, and i could feel the impatience of all the drivers behind me who wanted me to proceed. then i awoke.

That i knew 5 people who had their birthday on the same day as my uncle and that i was broke and lived in my own house with my sister and my mom was on vacation somewhere :o

i dreamt that i was still in the military but not quite, like i was on an extended leave from duty of some kind- my hair had grown out and i hadn't put on a uniform in quite a while. for some reason i felt the need to smuggle a bottle of cheracol cough syrup to another state wearing it strapped to my left ankle. then when i flew back home, i was stopped in the airport by the drug-sniffing poodle [!] who kept sniffing my ankle, which alerted the security forces who grabbed me and made me go with them to their office, the poodle following along and clinging to my leg in a semi-affectionate way. in this back office i was stripped and they did urinalysis and blood tests on me for drug use, and also for some reason they showed me a big 18 gauge needle that they then rudely stuck into my left butt cheek [OUCH!! !!] and injected some kind of truth syrum, which stung and tingled and made me a bit woozy. but that giant needle jab hurt so much that it jolted me wide awake, and my left butt cheek smarted something fiercely until i started rubbing it and reminding myself that it was just a dream. but if i allow my thoughts to drift, i can still feel the sharp jabbing needle in my poor suffering butt.

in real life, i am moving to my new house, and my mind has been twisted around that reality, and i have had some rather curious dreams pertinent to it that i found amusing upon reflection.

i have a lot of lounges and sofas and junk which i wish to divest myself of, and i am currently going to have to pay about $360 to get all the old armchairs and rubbish dispensed with.

i dreamed last night that i rang a different removalist company to come and fill their truck up with my old sofa's and dead TV's and other garbage, and i claimed i wanted it to be delivered to some random address on the other side of sydney, and they never heard from me again.

I was watching a man who had jumped into the sea from 50 or so feet to escape getting caught after stealing something out of a palatial cliff side mansion. He was rescued from the very choppy waters by some futuristic automatic device which had been activated by a person from a neighboring mansion. The floating device sought him out and he was towed to the private dock area.
They invited him up to the mansion, he went in and they fed him luxuriously while they talked with friends about a movie they were backing with their vast money.
When the man told them he needed transportation somewhere they handed him fancy gold keys to one of their spare Mercedes and told him he could use it and just leave it when he was done and one of their servants would pick it up.
In the dream a lady placed the gold keys in my hand, and I woke up.

gosh, does that mean you were that man in your dream?

Me and rabbit went to Twycross zoo and were looking at chimps. We were sitting really close to them (almost in the same room I think) but I didn't really see anything strange about it. I was talking about them to Rabbit, and there were two bald ones like the ones that live there in real life. For some reason I kept wanting to stroke one of the bald one's heads. The chimps were getting quite hyper and I wasn't sure why, when we left the building which looked a lot like a wooden Wendy house they started to get really upset. I looked back at them and they stopped and were hyper, I walked off and they got upset. I felt very flattered.
I then noticed that the gate to their Wendy house was open and escapees were imminent, they hadn't bothered yet but I still went to some keepers who were planning some big event in a hall, I told one woman that the gate needed locking. When we got there someone else was already doing it, so I said sorry for wasting the keeper's time but they didn't mind. There was other stuff going on too but I can't remember what.

I had some kind of bizarre dream about people with super powers.. somewhat loosely based on the TV show Heroes because Peter was there (no surprise there, I love him ) and a bunch of people's consciousnesses were put into diferent people's bodies and me and this other girl with powers (an old friend I haven't seen in years) were trying to fix them and we needed to pool our powers together and in order to do so we kind of wrapped our arms around eachother and put our faces very close together so it was sort of like making out haha and concentrated real hard.

Thats almost all I remember other than something about a convinience store with the wrong signs up and somehow that told us that Peter was there in someone's body from the store.. and I saw this one lady walking around with a completely blank expression and I called out "Peter!!" and she looked at me and ran over to me and gave me a hug.


My psyche is an interesting plase.

i dreamt that i was on a movie set at an english university back in the 40s, and peter ustinov was being filmed for a scene, when 2 other actors who were playing assassins, shot at ustinov using prop guns. but unbeknownst to the actors, somebody had placed real bullets in the prop guns that were used, and ustinov ended up getting shot in the left thigh and abdomen, and i saw him calmly lying down on a grassy knoll outside the cambridge administration building, waiting for the medics to arrive. he took some bandages and dressed his bloody bullet wounds as best he could, but his flowing bullet wounds were bleeding down onto the grass and he was rapidly turning gray, then the medics arrived, at which point i awoke from this odd dream.

Fresh out of my mind from last night!

I was hanging out with my best friends, then I heard one of them, let's call him Andrew had won the big prize of the "baloto" (a game where there are 6 numbers from 1 to 45, if you guess three or more you get some money, and if you get all six, like he did, you win BIG) and went to visit him, apparently he was into a relationship with my ex-girlfriend, let's call her Ann (there I worried she may be a gold-digger ) but I was happy for him and we spent some time, I remember he was wearing a tuxedo and a monocle, then I walked around his house which had some really weird architecture, somehow hobbit-like with round corridors, then I left and I asked another friend: "does Andrew have a girlfriend?" - "Yes, it's Anna" - "Oh ok, I thought this might have been a weird dream ". Then I found my girlfriend, who told me she was seeing some guy who plays Magic: The Gathering with me, who she probably doesn't know IRL, but that we could keep being friends with benefits. I told her it was ok and we started making out . Then I traveled to a small city around an hour away with some friends, and when we wanted to go back we saw a medium size airplane (Those used for local flights, not nearly as big as the Airbus used for transcontinental flights, but it was still big, metallic, and meant to take at least a hundred passengers.) The pilot got off the plane, and we asked him where he was going, it wasn't the place we wanted, so the pilot got on the plane again and left. When I awoke I realized there are no airports in the place I was. Around that time I was partially aware that I might be in a dream, so I wished myself into Andrew's house, to see if it would be the same as I was before, and it was. I walked around it for a while, and found a room in the back with an emergency exit. I opened it, felt the cold night air and felt like the boss of the world, then something mechanic started to push me out of the house, but I fought it, got back in and closed the door. It was apparently some Councillor pushing device, and I remembered I was a member of the City Council. Then I woke up.

I got a £100,000 cheque through the post but the zero's weren't zero's, they were o's. So consequently I wasn't sure whether it was valid or not.

Counterfeit
To see counterfeit money in your dream indicates that you are feeling unworthy or that someone is devaluing your talents or efforts. Perhaps something is not what it appears to be. Alternatively, this dream symbol suggests that maybe you are playing a role in waking life which doesn't well suit you.�

Thats very interesting, thank you.

My sister and I were singing 'I Heard It Through The Grapevine' in a club, but they lost the CD for the backing music. We tried to get the audience to a cappella the instruments.