What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Last night I dreamt that me and my best friend went to the house of an internet troll that was harassing her, and we beat them up together.

i dreamt that my car [one that was wrecked 2 decades ago] broke down alongside the road, and it turns out that i was in that big field of poppies surrounding the emerald city of oz, and i saw on the side of the road both dorothy and the wicked witch of the west only she was beautiful, but form-shifting from one angelic-looking babe to another- from wearing slinky gowns to wearing miniskirts revealing statuesque gams to wearing the same farm girl dress dorothy was wearing, and the not-so-wicked witch was smiling and laughing and telling jokes to dorothy and they were both laughing. one minute the witch looked like fairuza balk, the next she was ann-margaret, the next yet she was gale sondegarde, then she looked like dorothy's older sister as if she had one. then some guy in jeans and logger's shirt came along and was helping me with my broken-down car when i awoke.

Way cool visual

I dreamt I went to a place where they had kids severely affected by disorders including 'Autism' and there was a table of little boys and as they panned around the table the first kid had terrible staring but unseeing eyes with dilated pupils and the next kid looked similar, but his mouth was not right, it was like a round maw with no lips until finally there was a kid with normal but sad eyes looking at me and he had a crocodile snout where he should have a mouth. And I felt great sorrow and horror and fright, which woke me up! It was totally a s**t dream

You could apply a Jungian approach to that dream. The way I've been told it works is you assume that you are everything in the

dream since your brain " dreamed it up". So you would describe in the first person narrative what it feels like to be a child with a

crocodile's mouth. You don't want to put too much intellectual process into it but just go with your first impressions. Interesting

things can come out of it.

I was making out with a voluptuous, exotic woman. We started shaking our hips, and then fused into a division by zero. I woke up, still in the dream, as Yakko. I was now hanging out with Wakko and Dot inside the Warner Bros. water tower. I opened the tower's door, became Sonic, then landed in Green Hill.

Then my real self got up.

Let me say this... being a teen is AWESOME.

too bad there are no dream recorders. there are two books of weird dreams illustrated comic-book style, these are a trip.

I'd love to see those. I've been meaning to paint a few dreams for years. I think I remembered them so well because they were

so visually compelling. Here's one I had when I was 9. I keep refreshing it in my mind because of the visuals. Nothing much

really happened in the dream itself.


I was standing with my father in a semi circle of people. I was about 6 or 7 and was wearing a dress with a sash in the back

like the style of the time then. I was holding hands with my father who was wearing a hat. The mood was solemn. We were

looking at a well, not the idealized kind but a hole in the ground lined with stone. A giant was squeezing his way out of the hole

from beneath. He was struggling and had managed to get himself out to the point where anymore would have revealed his

genitals. At the time of my dream I had virtual no sexual knowledge except for seeing my little brother naked. I remember

feeling aroused. The giant had long wavy hair which was absolutely not known then. Long hair then meant a short bob like the

Beatles. His face was contorted with effort. He was absolutely white like marble and wet. He looked like Michelangelo's David

come to life with dark wavy hair.I am thinking he looks like Jesus but I "know" he is Poseidon.

I am aware that in the distance I see a large white circular platform that is tilted up. The dream shifts where I am closer to that

object. I see that there are women standing on the circular platform. there are 12 of them and there is one at each station of a

clock. 12-1-2-3 etc. They are dressed in the style of Greek or Roman times and are looking straight ahead in a formal manner.

Each one of them is holding a lit candle in front of them. I "know" that they are Vestal Virgins. I only knew what these were

because my oldest brother currently had an obsession with Greco-Roman mythology.

This dream has made me wonder if I haven't blocked out some kind of sexual activity before i officially lost my virginity at 17. I

did not bleed then.

this was not a true dream, but a semi sleep muse that i had last night (it was too logical to be a real dream, but not logical enough to be a sentient wakeful thought)

i mused that there were 2 teams of council workers, one behind the other.
the first team was demolishing the concrete gutters on the side of the road because they were deemed dangerous, and unwary people were falling off them and suing the council for broken ankles etc, so they were being demolished to reduce the likeleyhood of litigation.


the second team was building concrete gutters on the side of the road where they had been demolished because of the threat of flood damage in the event of a rain storm, and to improve sanitation, and to reduce the likeleyhood of litigation.

the team of workers that were demolishing the gutters were working too slowly, and the team of workers that were rebuilding the gutters behind them were angry and yelling at the demolition team to hurry up and get the job done and move along so the rebuilding team could proceed.

the demolished gutters were identical to the rebuilt gutters.
the 2 projects were established in order to save the council money.

Last night I had an unusual dream. I dreamed I had set up my Eureka A-frame tent inside of my old outbuilding. The doors to the building were open and just inside was the tent. It was very dark out. In the dream I was afraid of the building at night, but not as afraid of being inside the tent inside the building.

I also dreamed I was getting ready to play the organ at church (I'm the church organist), and the former church organist was knocking on the church door---it was locked. I let her in. I had a bunch of my old keyboards laying on the floor of the practice room. I was in my pajamas .

I was in Splash Hill Zone, stomping out robots one by one. I noticed that fragments of Heart Crystals popped out of them. Where they really came from, I didn't know. Until Team Sonic (with Shantae instead of Knuckles) all showed up in a Jeep that looked like a crocodile. They told me that the shards were from a cusp of rug made by Pinky and the Brain. They turned me over to the Warner Brothers and their sister Dot.

Later that dream, we went down to Casino Street Zone, where Jerry, the guard mouse, stood watch. It was not long before he sent us to the WB studio. Ralph, the studio guard, was instantly distracted by the Warners, and started chasing them around. We decided to spin up a ramp to the water tower, where we fell into Starry Night Zone. We sped through about half of ACT1, until a portal warped us into Doctor Scratchansniff's office. The Warners went into their "blank drawings routine" while Team Sonic and I warped over to an exotic mountain range just outside Misty Maze Zone.

I woke up.

I dreamed of meeting up with aspies. It was a good dream I wish it wasn't only a dream.

gosh, this reminds me of that horror movie with woody allen's ex in it, the name escapes me for some reason.

i have met aspies, and that makes me dream of meeting friendly aspies.

Rosemary's Baby?