What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I've been having very vivid dreams about World War 3 recently.
These aren't just regular nightmares for me either. I almost never wake up from a nightmare because my dreams change very constantly (from what I know about my dreams, anyway). In fact, I rarely have nightmares (I sleep very comfortably).
But these are nightmares to the next level...

It's always that I'm fighting in the army, usually in random areas globally. The last dream I remember having that was like that was about a week ago. It went a bit like this:

I was fighting in the Middle East (presumably Syria). I was in uniform, and I had a heavy gun (presumably an AR-15) around my arm, and the atmosphere felt extremely hot. I was in a desert, and in a small area within a large city. Outside of this city, there seemed to be almost nothing in sight except for sand; miles-upon-miles of sand. There was no food, water, animals, plants, or even a road. It was just a very plain landscape. The heat made my eyes water, and I felt disorientated and heavy.
What I remembered from the dream was that there was initially nothing to be heard, and I was walking in what I imagined was the middle of nowhere with no person in sight. I was trying to decipher where I was in the world. It was as if I had just teleported to this place.

Then, the dream started to zoom out onto myself looking across to merely a landscape while I turn my back against an end of a city. I could hear gunshots behind me; that was when I knew something was wrong. Then, I looked back to see many soldiers fighting brutally to the death. There were soldiers (most of them were on my side) who were shot, blown up, etc. The dream didn't actually show it though. I just knew because of the screams from the soldiers and the sound of weapons in the background.
I could hear deep chanting from the enemies, stating that me and everybody I knew will die.
I was absolutely shaking. I couldn't even lift up my gun to shoot. All that happened was me just staring at what was happening. I started to run for cover.

That was when I woke up.

dreamt about eighth grade science class

I had a dream involving me and someone else getting very dirty, and the gunk turning into something kind of like the Stuff combined with the Thing - it got into our mouths and was going to take us over and mutate us into... something I can't really describe, but it looked like something out of The Thing (we saw a finished product at some point - I think the creature was based on a horse). We had to pull it off/out of us, and if we missed even the tiniest bit (which of course we would do), it would soon start growing again. It felt really weird pulling it out of my mouth/throat. I remember one time I thought I'd gotten it all off/out of me and going over to help the other person only to have to go back to myself because I was wrong. I eventually managed to get rid of all that was in/on me, but it had attached to something important (I'm not entirely sure what it was supposed to be, but it's nothing that actually exists inside a person) and when I pulled it off of that, I ended up with a small tube gushing blood sticking out of the front of my throat. It didn't hurt, but I could feel the blood gushing out of it, and that also felt really weird. So then I rushed outside to a car with two other people in it and got in the back. Apparently the person in the driver's seat was some sort of medical personnel, and the person with me in the back seat was desperately trying to get their attention, and the person in front was convinced it could wait, and the other person insisted that no, I needed help now (as I lost my hold on the tube thing for a moment and gushed blood everywhere and was getting dizzy from blood loss)... and I think I woke up shortly after that.

Oddly, I'm never troubled by dreams like that. I found this one intriguing once I woke up. Most weird dreams or dreams others would find frightening, I actually enjoy

I dreamed that two of my cats, Samantha and Faber, both Siamese, met and became friends. That is weird because Samantha passed away in 1999 and Faber wasn't born until 2001, so the two never had a chance to meet each other in real life.

I also had a dream that a friend told me I could have a career helping others one day. As I am 53, I'm not sure I can change career courses easily, but it's worth trying.

I went for an evaluation and the person evaluating me said, "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen significant improvements in you. You are still basically the same person you were in 2011, only with a more active life. Activity doesn't necessarily mean accomplishment. You still live at home, have only a part time job, no husband, no boyfriend, not even a pet anymore since your last cat died last year. I don't foresee the situation changing much for the better. Your dreams are pie in the sky and unattainable. I'm sorry, but you're just kidding yourself."

That dream I had last night made me feel sad all day wondering if what that person said in the dream may be true? Where do I go from here?

Dreamt about watching someone cook a recipe involving beef

Thank you, auntblabby!

I fully believe those things. I hope I will have more positive dreams soon.

Dreamt about going to an unfamiliar swimming pool

I had a dream about cats (again!)

Last nights was a bit odd.

I was watching the events of a guy, which i perceived to be me. He/I was dressed in a tutu and other womens clothing. I got into a taxi to go somewhere when some other guy decided to beat me up. Was he in the taxi with me? I don't know. But the taxi driver, while witnessing the beating, did nothing. However he did pull up so that I could make a phone call after the event was over. The man had ripped the collar of the red top i was wearing, ripped my socks and part of my tutu and also caused some markings to my skin on my left hand side. I told the ma that he'd just ruined a 9yr old girls birthday party which is where i was headed and dressed as such.

Feeling shaken, angry and a little in shock, i got back in the taxi and continued to the birthday party. The birthday party did not happen, and i was unable to see the birthday girl to let her know what a stranger had done to me. Instead it was further speculated that the girl was sexually assaulted by the man who beat me up. And further speculated on that was that it was me who was sexually assaulted by this man. The events seemed to be one and the same.

I took myself off home to recover. I was still shaken, and still feeling bothered that the whole thing had ruined this 9yr old girls birthday. When i got up the next day, visually, my wounds and tears in my clothing seemed very superficial and i expected myself to be able to continue my day as normal. But the more i started moving about, the worse I felt physically until it became an actual effort to move. I was still bothered about what happened so I decided I wanted to do something about it. I went to meet up with the man in question to get his photo. I also showed him the marks he left on my side and when i looked closely at them while showing him, the marks appeared much worse than they were when i first saw them. I tried to get the man to realise what he did was wrong and reminded him again about the 9yr olds girl who's birthday he ruined, showing him again the rips in the clothing he made.

I needed more evidence before i could do anything and knew i needed to obtain a copy of the 9yr old's driving licence (??) and her permission to share this information as this would help towards publicly shaming this man. I wasn't able to get her permission yet as she was unavailable so i went back home. But there was an issue and I couldn't go back home, so instead found myself crawling some flight of stairs in an apartment block to the very top where i begged someone i knew to open the door and let me in. That someone was Cor (Final Fantasy XV) and apparently he was my uncle. At first he refused to let me in. It was late and he was trying to sleep, but he eventually let me in and allowed me to sleep in his kitchen.

The following day I was able to see the girl and was able to tell her my story about how this man ruined this girls birthday. I showed her the clothing the man ripped and that I was sad that I had done this for her and wasn't able to give her the party I had planned. She assured me it was ok, and that she understood and I was able obtain some images that was conclusive evidence of the abuse the man had inflicted upon both me and the 9yr old girl. However, I was confused about some of the evidence as it didn't correspond with my experience. Non-the-less, it was enough to post publicly and shame the man. And at this point, I was aching so much that I had to just go and lie down.

Dreamt that a stranger told a stranger she could not eat dessert

I dreamt I was in a small auditorium with lime-green walls and maroon linoleum flooring, at front was actor james earl jones, he was dressed like an old cornpone grandpa, in blue plaid jacket, white dress shirt and oversized dark green tie, dark gray corduroy trousers with cuffs at the bottom, they were a size too small thus exposing his argyle sox and black patent leather shoes, porkpie hat. he was sitting backwards in a chair, holding onto the back of the chair which was facing the audience, he was telling stories about old age in general but with a genial air, but then I noticed that I was suddenly not in the same room, I was watching it in another room on a large wall-hanging tv set, and people in the room were downright hostile, calling him the N-word, and I got mad at those ruffians and sent them angry thought waves that shook them and made them shut the hell up. then I awoke.