What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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That is a strange dream.

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i dreamt i was in my late parents' house, and my dad was in there as he was about 2 decades earlier, and we were watching my tv set, then he got up and went to bed, and suddenly my tv set morphed into a giant wall screen that took up most of one wall, then on the screen popped the movie "it's a mad mad mad mad world" and then another slightly smaller tv popped up on the wall to its left and another one on the right, then the room morphed into a big meeting room with big-screen wall tv sets all over, and i was given a remote control that controlled all of them, and it became my job to properly calibrate all these tv sets while expectant people sitting on couches were gathered all around waiting for me to get my act together. i struggled with the balky remote and the balky tv sets which were constantly drifting out of spec while i cursed and fiddled with the remote controls, while on screen the movie became garbled and fuzzy, then was interrupted with sickeningly vivid scenes of wild dogs getting gassed with some noxious fumes launched from an airplane passing overhead, the gas turned them all sorts of odd colors like green and another curious color reminiscent of old-fashioned leaded gasoline. finally i got all the tv sets properly calibrated and the rest of mad world displayed properly, then i awoke.

a fragment of remembered dream had me driving on a street a few miles from my childhood home, and I was driving too fast [65 in a 35 zone] and barely avoided creaming my car, as it was I scrubbed the tires on the curb on a curve. in the dream I was dreading getting pulled over and cited.

awoke after strange dream featuring my late parents once again, we were taking a trip somewhere in a new van, and I was behind the wheel and marveled at how well it drove down the country lanes we were on. then it turned into a large motor home and my dad got behind the wheel, and everybody else disappeared, and we drove further into the country and then up a steep mountain trail. then we parked on a ledge between the valley vista and a steeper part of the mountain, and I noticed that somebody had removed all of the seats from the motor home so I ended up sitting where the seats used to be. I looked out the open back door and saw a group of threatening-looking swarthy men walking up the trail beside the ledge we were on, and dad told me to close and lock the door, which I did. then we drove back down the mountain back into town which in the dream was somewhat familiar but when awake looked like a mixture of towns I have been in, with a northern border feel. then the motor home morphed into something HUGE that somehow managed to still negotiate city streets, and it was full of my stuff that I'd accumulated through decades of living. there were people I'd not remembered seeing before reclining in various rooms, and I noticed when I played a music recording of singer petula Clarke on the stereo that she popped up rummaging through my stuff, and she appeared only slightly older than she was back in the 60s, and she was commenting on one of the records of her I was playing, saying that it was a tough one to record because the producer couldn't get everybody singing the harmony and rhythms all as a group, couldn't hold it all together until the end. then I awoke.

The past couple of nights my dreams have been pretty disturbing. Last night I dreamed I was a kid in elementary school, or grade school or whatever they call it now, and I was being bullied by a boy who at first acted nice to me and gave me some of his small toy plastic dinosaurs he had brought, but then he suddenly snatched them back. This made me upset, and then our teacher sternly lectured him but he didn't get punished or give back the dinos. It gets a lot worse. We leave the school for the day shortly afterwards and as he walked past me he picked his nose and wiped it on my shirt, then got into a car and flipped me as he left. I went home and cried, but my mom was talking on the phone and didn't even ask me what was wrong.

Also, the boy resembled a kid who really was in my class back then, and was not very fond of, but he died in a car accident on Christmas Eve when I was a teenager.

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wow complicated one.

excerpt of a dream i had tuesday night, that has since been otherwise lost:

i could remove my arms. my pointy x-acto knife i was carrying around (and do carry in school irl) could completely remove my arm. my making only light carvings in the middle of the upper arm, the whole thing plopped to the ground leaving only a dull pain, about a 3.6. i could do this with both arms. the most interesting thing to me was, was that there was no bleeding, only the dull, tingling pain. my arm stubs looked something like an N64 texture.

one theory as to why this dream came up, is that with that same x-acto knife, i accidentally cut my left index finger while reaching into the pencil pocket where i keep it. dumb

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a queue in a shop. Emma Graham * was also in the queue. She had a piece of paper and there was a poem on it. The poem was a few stanzas ** long and it was in Latin. And the last thing I remember, was that I told Emma that she was a mistake.

* Someone that I used to live near. I haven't seen her for years.

** I think there might have been six stanzas.

Also, I've never told anyone that they are a mistake.

I had strange dream only partially remembered, I parked in front of a store that I regularly went to in my young adult years, and went inside and it was full of old records and tapes and electronic equipment. I browsed their selection of stuff, looked through some old 8-track tapes that were warped and about 3 times their normal size, all the while a sparse group of people were chatting with one another in the store, then I exited the establishment and some lady coming in sidled past me with a friend. then it started hailing all of a sudden and it got cold and I was getting wet as I ineffectually shielded my head with my arm. then I got in the car and had to start scraping the ice from outside AND inside the window glass. I would scrape the inside of the windshield only to have it immediately fog up and freeze over again. then I awoke.

Last night, I dreamt about trains. And railway stations.

I dreamt all night long, about strange quasi-futuristic inventions, like a modular diesel engine, each module was two cylinders, if you want more power then add another module. or an engine that let you de-select a cylinder or two or more, for more fuel economy- this particular thing is actually an old invention but I had a refinement in the dream, of disconnecting the crankshaft section of the unused cylinders so as to avoid drag and improve efficiency. then I dreamt of being in the future, and laundry was done a different way, we sprinkled dirty clothes in the hamper with a magic powder, then aimed an invisible laser light at the pile, and the clothes automatically refolded themselves and the dirt evaporated. cool!

I had the strangest dream I have ever had a couple mornings ago.

I had slept through the night and dreamed about whatever, it wasn't memorable. I woke up about 7 am and then went halfway back to sleep - and this is where it starts - it felt like I was halfway asleep - as in, my eyes were closed and my mind was still in dream world, but my body was awake and fully feeling.

In my mind, I was in my room laying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep (within my dream) and all of the sudden this girl entered my room very gently and seductively. She climbed on top of my bed and starting kissing me very gently and timidly, but I could not respond, because I wasn't fully awake. As I said, my body was awake and feeling all of this, but my mind was drifting in and out of dream world.

The girl looked a little bit like my ex-girlfriend, who moved out a couple weeks ago, but the girl in the dream was much prettier and had a certain foreignness to her. She was very attractive.

I woke up fully back into reality at 10 am and felt a lot less confused, but still remember everything. And then yesterday, my housemate decided to randomly tell me about his weird dream (without knowing mine) in which a crowd of people presented a panther to him, that started attacking him, and he could feel it through his sleep to.

I had yet another dream where I was at my sister's house [only it was some other house somewhere else] and I had to use her bathroom which was of a weird configuration, and try as I might, I could not pee where I was supposed to and made a mess.

Last night, I dreamt that my father and I were talking about music. And we talked about going to a Beatles gig. Because of course The Beatles do loads of gigs. *

* Sarcasm.