What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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^^^glad to hear you got yourself a good one!

I had a dream the other day in which I went out on a motorcycle to look for tornadoes. They were popping up all around me as I rode down the highway.

This was a rather odd dream from this morning.

I was driving through Arkansas on some kind of mysterious trip. It was evening and as I was passing through one small town, I saw the lights on at their football stadium so I decided to stop and watch the game. It was after half time when I arrived and there was nobody to take the money so I just walked in and entered the stands and started to watch the game.

I kept hearing familiar voices and I'd look around. Finally, I saw some people I had known from my military academy (I never went to a military academy, but I apparently did for the dream). All of them were from my outfit at the academy who I had spent four years with. So I got up and went over to where they were sitting and sat down to talk to them. They didn't really seem comfortable talking to me.

I gradually realized that they hadn't aged at all since those days -- they were all about 18 years old. There was one I didn't recognize at all. When I talked to them, they barely seemed to know who I was.

After a while, I came to understand that they weren't actually the people from the outfit -- the inhabitants of the town were some kind of very strange aliens from another galaxy that had imprinted on us when they arrived during some kind of accident and would never change. It seemed like the first encounter for those who I was talking to were to the members of my outfit at the academy. Some of their species had imprinted on young babies and would never appear as anything but young babies. Others had imprinted on the very old. And more than a few had imprinted on animals such as dogs, cats, horses, and other animals. No matter what they looked like, they could all talk -- imagine seeing an owl and a 1 year old baby cheering on their team. They could never reproduce and were just biding their time until they passed away.

As for the one I couldn't recognize among my military academy outfit, it was the one who had imprinted on me.

I was on a Greyhound bus on my way to somewhere in the Midwest for something that was not explained until later in the dream. About halfway along the route, I was told to get off the bus by the driver for no specific reason.

I obliged and hitchhiked my way for the rest of the route. When I arrived at my destination, I had no idea what it was because it was dark. A male figure approached me and we began engaging in conversation.

I heard myself say, "What is it?"

The dream finished and I woke up.

i dreamt i was back at work in the hospital labor & delivery unit, we were in the middle of a delivery when for some reason as the baby popped out of the new mother, i ran over to the warmer and grabbed another baby that for some reason had been left there from the previous delivery, and gave it to the pediatrician who was waiting to take the newborn that just was born after the OB doc finished with him, but he handed the baby back to me, and i ran into the hallway towards the recovery room to give it to the supervisory nurse therein, only it was empty, and the baby stared at me with its big eyes, big gray eyes, like it was wondering if i was its daddy. then i awoke. HORRORS!

i dreamt that i was in a field of straw. color scheme was blue and yellow and faded flesh color on my arms which were exposed in my blue work clothing i was wearing, i had a machete and was whacking down the straw, and i looked down at my arms because i felt irritation and noticed they were all punctured with straw, so i pulled the straws out, and it didn't hurt and in fact tickled a little bit. the whole dream's color scheme resembled a van gogh painting.

overdue for a dream anytime now, had a bunch that faded away.

About a week ago I dreamed I was at kortie's house while his wife was knitting something.

^^^mebbe you really were! psychically, of course.

I dreamt that my NT sister and I were watching a horror movie with both versions of our dad. One version was healthy and eating a salad that had no meat in it and the other version was obese and eating junk food.

The "healthy version" looked at us and said, "I thought this was going to suck, but no this is really good. Not a lot of gore like I thought it would have."

The "unhealthy version" rebuked by saying, "What are you talking about?! This movie is s**t! Where's the gore?!"

It was unclear what horror movie we were watching, it may have been Get Out or Us.

today i dreamt about being back in the barracks, regarding the same bookcase i filled with mysterious white-bound manuals the other day [previous dream], wondering what to do with them, keep them versus donate them somehow, when suddenly some army brassholes marched in, doing some kind of walkabout inspection of the troops and barracks, and since the barracks were messy in the process of a bunch of us getting out or moving to a different duty station, the brassholes were grumbly about the lack of neatness and order. then they lined us up against a hallway wall, called us to attention while the inspection party asked each of us about our army experience, and since i was ETSing [getting out of the army] the CO [commanding officer] asked me why i didn't re-up [re-enlist] and i replied, "frankly sir, i've had enough." this angered him and he shouted at me, "WTF do you MEAN, 'you've had enough'??! ! (said in a derisively simpering voice) do you realize what all this man's army has DONE for you all?!" then the next thing i knew, i was out from there, a passenger in a mint-condition '65 chevy impala convertible, snow-white paint job and interior, with a "flying bridge" off a fishing boat that i was standing on, we were driving down the road and over a white-painted bridge, all of us ex-army dressed in naval white slacks and t-shirts for some reason, the wind blowing in my hair as the chevy's gooey suspension bobbed up and down over the roadway undulations, then the flying bridge was folded back down by the passengers [also ETS'ed army] in the rear seat who prepped some cushions for me to sit on, then all of a sudden the driver slammed on the brakes and the flying bridge swung over the car and carried me forward over the front of the car where i hung by the safety straps. then i awoke.

I just had a dream while I nap.

I dreamed that I woke up from my bedroom -- but the whole room and the whole house is dark grey or black and white and no one's around. I thought I woke up because I have to go to the bathroom.
As I went downstairs, the whole place just has no color, except for a very few apparent ones that glows in neon. There's no light and the lights are off but I can still see everything.
When I got the kitchen on the way to the bathroom, I thought I was trekking on some ankle-deep sludge on the floor. Whatever it was, it was clinging on my feet as I walked but I ignored it.
When I was on the bathroom, the lights are still off yet I still see everything. So I don't bother with the lights. As I sat down to the toilet seat, I seen thrown papers on the floor with varying drawings. It's colors are glowing in neon.
One I've notice was a drawing of a butterfly and it's colored in glowing neon. As if glowing colored pencil neon exists in whatever realm I stumbled upon.

I woke up doing exactly that -- minus the weird lack of lights and color, that weird sludge on the kitchen floor, those color penciled glowing in neon and that idea that there's any trash on the bathroom floor.

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i dreamt i was in an unfamiliar place, but somehow it was for me to live in. all the walls were a grayish white, same for floor and ceiling. i was given some old leftover turkey meat, mostly breast, about a pound's worth. i put it in the oven to heat and refresh, then i got distracted by something else, and by the time i got back i noticed that the oven turned itself off and the turkey was cold and less fresh than it was, so i cooked it again, this time watching it. but when i got it out of the oven it felt and smelt and tasted rancid, so i offered some to my older brother who was also in my dream, i handed him some i tore off, he tasted it and told me it was ok but old. then i awoke.

I had a rather odd dream this morning that went on and on, but it had one particular part that was pretty unusual.

At that point in the dream, our office building had somehow morphed into a very tall building in which the first nine floors was a parking garage. On the ninth floor, I was talking to a relative standing near his car. After talking, he got in the car, started the engine, and instead of backing out of the space, he went forward through a big glass window (who puts glass windows in parking garages?), and crashes hard at ground level.

It was obvious that he was either dead or dying. I was scrambling for a telephone to call 911 while running down to ground level. Everything in me was screaming at me to get the ambulance there immediately (the ambulance barn is behind my office so it wouldn't take long to get an ambulance here). Suddenly, I realized that I didn't need to call 911 because I was dreaming and what I saw wasn't real. I was still dreaming, but was keenly aware that it was a dream.

In a dimmed hardware store at the near end of the electrical aisle, I saw the president of I r a n sitting in a small recliner with two sets of beats by dre headphones over his ears. I looked at him about a foot away but he was busy reading. So I went outside and my friend, a short native girl, and I watched other people looking at a small bird in a parking space walking around, stopping a car from entering.

^^^did you recently watch a tv news report [or read about it] about Hassan Rouhani?