What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Oh, and my dream from this night didn't seem too significant. It was like a movie trailer, for an imaginary sequel of a movie franchise that I like. So it had two of the characters talking, and one of them said to the other: 'If the gods valued slaughter so much, they would have given it a more endearing name.' (I remember the exact words), to imply that the other character is having too much fun with violence. I like that sentence somehow, though it doesn't really make sense.

(Also I dreamt in English despite being German. Although I frequently think in English too, so that's not so surprising.)

I'm walking down a bush track, looking for firewood. Suddenly, I see a cow. Like it just popped up out of the long grass beside me. Then I see cows pop up everywhere. All around me. I'm totally creeped out. Perhaps because these cows are kinda creepy. I turn and quickly retrace my steps. The cows are following en masse. I climb onto a picnic table. The cows stop at a distance but continue to stare. One opens it's mouth and starts emptying it's insides of water. It releases a torrent, forming a lake that quickly surrounds the picnic table.

This is a recent one.

I was waiting for the bus to come and take my home as usual. It finally came. Nobody else was in it except the driver. I sat down and noticed bars blocking the windows and possible exits. When I got out, I was in a dark alley with 3 paths in front of me. Each ended in darkness. I stepped back and ran as fast as I could until I crossed what appeared to be me - but with black eyes and a wide opened mouth filled with rotten teeth and flesh. It then made a distorted moaning - It was really creepy - And then I woke up making the exact same moaning/scream it made. Creepy ass brain of mine.

i dreamt lots of dreams but only remember the very last one- i was in my parents' old house before their last one, and i was sitting at our old dining room table with my older brother who'd just come home from the marines, the year in the dream had to be in the early 70s, and he was as he was in his early 20s, fit and trim, with handlebar mustache- he was reminiscing about his time in the marines, and he was regaling us with a story about one of his neer-do-well sergeants, and he addressed this fella as "hey, drillhole!" then i awoke. i don't know if a non-sergeant can address a sergeant in the marines, as "drillhole" under any circumstances.

I had an awful nightmare last night...

A married couple had two daughters, named Sarah and Bethany, who hated each other very much. One day, when Sarah was eight and Bethany was seven, Sarah slit Bethany's throat and shot herself in the head...I'm happy I didn't imagine the details of their deaths for very long...The couple was distraught because of the deaths of their daughters.

Soon, the couple had another daughter. The new girl was born knowing all about her dead sisters. The couple named that child Bethany.

I woke up after that.

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wow

It's dark. I'm standing outside the chain-link fence of an industrial style complex with - someone - an accomplice??? We're checking out the perimeter. Inside, there's several tall colourbond sheds with ladders to the roof, which has a green canvas cover over the top. On the side of one building there's a heavy-duty shower-head with a metal triangle dangling from a chain to operate it and a pedestal with those twin taps for washing your eyes like they have in laboratories in case of chemical emergencies. There's warning signs everywhere. I tell my partner I could probably fit under the gap at the bottom of the gate. There's several rows of barbed wire at the top. He says the gap's too small. I suggest cutting a hole in the wire. He says he could probably just lift up the bottom of the fence and I could slide under. He lifts the wire. I slide under. I'm halfway through and the pumps inside the shed start up. There're LOUD. My partner panics and drops the fence on me. I'm pinned underneath, unable to move or breathe. I'm trying to yell for help, but I can't speak and even if I could the pumps would drown it out and then I start to have this horrible feeling that there's no longer anyone there to hear me anyway.

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gosh I hope in waking life someone's got your back.

I was dreaming all about death last night.

First my dead father told me that my mother had died. He was walking me through this pretty large house and he said it was mine to live in, but oh it was your mother's and she's dead. Then he walked to the wall and put his face against it and started to cry about how badly he'd treated her (ha, he would never do that)!

THen there was (I think in a separate dream) - some young woman who was dying and she gave this speech that in my dream I thought was so wonderful and I kept saying Oh I wish I'd written that, I wish I'd written that. Then I woke up and I was really happy because I realized that I had essentially written it, it was mine! But then I realized it was nonsense dream drivel. Oh well.

Enough death dreams.

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that was nice that you were able to remember what you had written in your dream, it would be interesting to hear what it was.