What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Had another wierd one, I'll post it later. This is a virtual note to self. What does a rusty one-sided collapsed guard rail mean in dreams? Or seeing someone you know (but haven't seen in a long time) with bruises and hand marks on their arms and neck mean?

^^^am SWAGing that it means your boundaries/behavioral limits are weak or damaged by some situation or person in your life present or past. might have something to do with the arm/neck-bruised fella you hadn't seen in a while.

i dreamt i was on a beach, on a concrete overlook with benches, there was some bushes/shrubbery in the periphery, i was standing there with a white bag full of boiled eggs, i reached in and grabbed one to eat, but instantly the egg became a white envelope, which was open, so i reached in and pulled out an A4 [8x11 inch] sized glossy color photo of some vaguely mediterranean [possibly turkish] man with a light tan, compactly muscular and bulky but still trim [no fat], wearing pale blue board shorts and barefoot, receding hairline of swept-back dyed red hair in a "bob's big boy" wave. he had plain and somewhat brutal features, clean sharp-chiseled lines, gray eyes. the mental energy he sent me was that he was an escort seeking a customer. then suddenly the picture disappeared and there he was standing there with two other even more brutal-looking characters [athletically bulky and wearing black shoes/slacks/gray sports jackets and white shirts] who looked like middle-eastern villains out of central casting. both had dark hair and black eyes and rodent-like countenances and quick movements. at that time i had a sort of dream within a dream where i was somewhere else on the beach with some women, most details evaporated in waking consciousness as i write this. when i came back, we three [2 goons and redhead guy] were in a white room with gray carpeting and a large redwood conference table. i sat at the table, then it dawned on me that the red-haired fella thought i was HIS customer, and i told one of the goons that i just couldn't do this, it wouldn't be fair to the redhead, so i proposed just giving him, his partner and the redhead $250 just to go away, which made the goon smile in appreciation but angered the other one, and at that point i awoke.

So part of the rest of it. I have previously had a dream about this person years ago. I saw the SO that I had never met, seen, nor heard of to an exact description. In this one, I saw this person with bruises on both arms and upon closer look, it was like actual hand marks. They contemplated my help but when I went to the empty parking lot, the SO wanted to fight.

"SO"?

significan't other

if it was a former relationship, i surely hope it didn't hurt you too much.

I had a dream this morning that was especially banal -- I dreamed that I had a wax buildup in both ears and spent hours trying to dig it out with my finger.

^^^might that be reflective of a waking medical situation where you feel you haven't got the proper medicine or therapies to ameliorate?

I was in hospital but it was quite comfy with soft lights. I was on my right side and there was a nurse or technician checking my left shoulder by moving my left arm around in different directions. I said it didn't hurt, but I pointed out that it made a soft clicking sound as she rotated my shoulder. She said I would need to be wheeled to another department for shoulder-clicking examination but then as she wheeled me, she realised I was six minutes too late for the shoulder clinic and I couldn't go. She was quite upset that I was six minutes late but I don't think it was my fault. I don't know who was to blame for that.

As I was being wheeled back to the first diagnostic area, I saw two women from the hospital staff in a hospital cafeteria. They were eating coleslaw from bowls, but without any cutlery. They were just sticking their faces in the bowls and slurping up the coleslaw - which was pretty nasty. I realised it was likely normal for the hospital to ban cutlery so that patients couldn't get knives if they became violent. Then I wondered why they didn't have plastic cutlery but realised it was bad for the environment. I realised I would have to eat with no cutlery and that bothered me. Then I noticed some tables with perfect place settings of china and sterling silver tableware. I reminded myself that I'd never be allowed to use the cutlery because I was one of the "losers" who had no privileges and was always second class around my peers.

I just woke up from an early nap in which I dreamed that I had agreed to water the cattle for someone while he was gone out of town. I was getting ready to head over to his farm but for some reason had to stop at the local grain elevator first.

I got to the grain elevator and there were people everywhere and they weren't dressed up for dirty, dusty work. The men were in suits and ties and the women in nice dresses. I went into the main part and found that the manlift that could only carry one person at a time had been replaced with a row of modern elevators. I went up to the top room and it was full of people standing around talking. Also, the whole grain elevator was very clean. Someone told me that there was some kind of convention going on.

I went down to the bottom and saw someone wheeling in a casket and that the bottom was now a funeral home.

It gradually dawned on me that the grain elevator had been converted into something like a vertical mall. The grain bins which were vertical cylinders made of concrete had been opened up between cylinders and floors put in. Besides the funeral home on the bottom and the conference room on the top, there were stores, a movie theater, a bank, restaurants, a copy center, a post office, courtrooms, and various offices.

I went up to the bank to get some cash but the doors were locked in the middle of the day. A VP walked up and told me before he let himself in that I had to have an appointment to be admitted at all. He said that there was no more cash and all banking had become a distributed network. He said that you could open bank accounts anywhere in the world from your computer and could use your cell phone to organize your data for all your bank accounts. No matter how many bank accounts you had, your account number was the same for all of them. When someone sent money to your account, the money would automatically find its way to one of your accounts. When you paid for something, the invoice would work its way across the Internet to one of your banks and present itself for payment.

Loans were distributed as well. To borrow money, you would contact a bank where you had an account and fill out your form on-line. Say you needed to borrow $1,000,000. The bank would then start sending out electronic messages to other banks to see how much of the loan they wanted. So if a bank in China would cover $1,000 of the loan at 2% interest and your bank was charging you 5% interest, your bank would keep the 3% difference.

I then went to a livestock auction (not on the first floor!) and bought a hundred head of cattle. Naturally, the financial paperwork was all one in seconds after I placed the winning bid.

I think I must have been reading a lot of posts about calorie counting before I fell asleep.

I dreamed that I was the girl in my avatar (Jane Eyre, played by Peggy Ann Garner). I had the same pinafore and I think the dream was even in black and white, but I'm not certain. I was at a 19th century sanatorium of some sort, with harsh conditions rather like the Lowood School in Jane Eyre. My childhood best friend was in the dream with me, acting similar in character to Helen Burns from Jane Eyre.

There were strict nuns ordering us about and controlling what we ate. The room was freezing cold and we had to be naked to prevent the spread of disease, so we only had scratchy blankets to keep us warm. They fed us a horrible type of gruel and the rule was "You have to eat the same number of calories OR FEWER each meal", without having any way to track your own calories. Somehow the nuns knew the caloric number of each person's intake to the decimal point but we didn't have access to that information. Considering the gruel was disgusting, if I ate only 200 calories worth (without knowing how many calories it was), on my next meal I would only be allowed 200 calories worth of food OR LESS. They would take your food away the second you had even one extra calorie compared to the previous meal.

They brought some slop for me and my friend. We were trying to figure out what to do because if we didn't eat very much then our next meal could only be that number of calories or even less. We were trying to eat as much of the slop as we could, in hopes that the next meal would be more worthwhile and we could choose to have an equal number of calories at that time. At any point if you only nibbled something, you were forever damned because your next meal could only be that number of calories as a maximum --- or else you had to have fewer calories, and presumably the number would keep dwindling downward until we all starved to death.

I was on a TV show called “Celebrity Dune Buggy Racing”. The celebs were Seth Green and Rashida Tlaib.

I was teamed up with Tlaib, and we won.

I had one of those incredible dreams where my father came back to life. Apparently, my mother was in her kitchen and when she turned around he was just standing there smiling at her, like it was totally normal to be alive. I went to her house to see him for myself and the reunion was really emotional. I got the biggest bear hug and we were slow dancing to something (sadly I can't remember which song it was -- last time we danced in a dream it was "You're the Best Thing" by Style Council). I was wearing a lilac silk blouse and dancing in my socks. (Hmmm ... just remembered I wore a lilac blouse to his funeral).

The visit seemed to go on for three days. At one point my dad and mother and cousins went to a restaurant. I was so confident in his return that I stayed home from the restaurant and had a nap instead. He came back from the restaurant and we discovered a fire in the back garden. His neighbour had been washing my dad's 1960's artificial Christmas tree and somehow it caught fire when he pulled the branches apart from the stick / trunk. Dad put out the fire using the vacuum hose from my mother's swimming pool, and saved the day.

I had some long conversations with my dad. I kept trying to figure out how he would go back to "dead" and how long he would be able to visit before leaving. It seemed totally normal that he had visited before, and would visit again, so I had no fear of eternity ... I was just enjoying the time that we had.

Rest in Peace to my hero.

Last edited by IsabellaLinton on 11 Feb 2020, 9:28 am, edited 1 time in total.

lordy, that is some BEAUTIFUL dream there, Izzy one to be cherished as the heavenly gift it surely seems to be.

Thanks! I realise I hadn't seen him in a dream for quite some time, so it did seem extra special. It used to be so commonplace that I dreamed of him every night and got used to it. He never quite seemed "gone" because he wasn't.

It was so nice to see his blue eyes in this dream. I think I had the dream because I commented on a post yesterday about the fact I have light blue eyes. His eyes were the same and it was so nice to look into them again. Everyone was so happy. Even my mother was so giddy she was giggling.

A nightmare