What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Interesting.

Interesting that you were able to smell in the dream. Have had dreams in which taste, and probably have had some with smell- but those were when my mind was responding to tastes and smells in the real world (like the residue of beefsteak in my teeth, or a real smell in a room). Cant recall my mind actually generating a smell in a dream.

The dream might be commentary on the decline of brick-and-mortor retail and the rise of virtual commerce and entertainment. Or not.

What do you mean by that? Brick and Mortar?

I've just had a bizarre dream involving people from my pseudo-job shapeshifting, smartphones and invisibility.

I remember using some instant-messaging app, possibly Xabber. At some point, while we were sitting on something like a bed, the person in the dream I'm most acquainted with in real life told me there was something wrong with the key I was using to establish the encrypted and authenticated communication, but I couldn't really understand what he meant. He took my phone from my hands and casually did something with it, revealing in the process quite a bit of personal info of mine.

There were some other people there busy doing something with some computers. I noticed a guy whose neck had become very thin, long and round, much like a hose. The rest of his body, except for his head, seemed to be changing, too, and I had a suspicion it might even not be actually his body anymore.

I was talking most of the time, but not to them. I think I was talking to someone from my family, though I couldn't see them and, in waking retrospect, they don't seem to have been there at all. However, I did know there were more people there than I could see. In particular, there was a gal whose whole body seemed to be invisible, except for her hands. I only vaguely remember having noticed her presence before, but I got a close view of her dainty hands, with nails painted purple, just before the abrupt end of the dream. I felt two invisible (and most likely male) hands clenching my arms and shaking me vigorously, and then woke up.

I dreamt I was in a documentary, I was watching a film crew who had somehow inserted themselves into a grainy monochrome older documentary film of JFK, and they approached him on the other side of a movie screen looking through at his reality and asked him some questions about what really happened between him and RFK and Marilyn, and he said "WTF?!"

"WTF" indeed, what a strange dream.

I had one once where the Earth was slowly but surly being turned into chocolate, and I don't even like chocolate that much!

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Ya, I'm weird like that...

i never EVER thought i'd dream about Trump, but it happened.

I dreamt was back in the late 80s and working again at the old hospital I worked at. I was outside of my duty section in the hallways and loading zone, and somehow I got into somebody's blue compact mazda pickup truck and we drove backwards at a high rate of speed until we hit the rubber bumpers on the loading dock. somehow I did not get whiplash. then I got out and walked around until I bumped into garrison Keillor [recently retired host of NPR's Prairie Home Companion radio program, as he was in the late 80s] who had just given a speech for the hospital boosters club, and I gave him a ride in my black late 80s model mazda sedan, around the grounds of the hospital, and we chatted a bit, then I awoke.

While I do acknowledge that many are getting tired of me posting about dreams that feature my NT girlfriend, this one was different. I was dreaming that my GF and I were at the Oscars and we both were nominated in our respective categories. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress that women commonly wore in the flapper culture of the 1920s and I was wearing a business suit and tie. {My GF was nominated for Best Adapted Screenplay and me for Best Original Screenplay} We both won and we kissed in front of all who were present. Understandably, gossip shows saw this as a reason to ruin our reputations and after the ceremony ended, we hopped into a van where my GF's roommate was the getaway driver. The dream then cut to us arriving back in Portland to a hero's welcome, despite local media outlets taking note from the a-hole gossip shows which in turn, began a fun chase with the three of us laughing so hard.

Even weirder, my late father and my GF's late father showed up at the end. They cussed out the media outlets and the gossip shows, telling them that my GF and I winning at the Oscars was a mistake. Before I woke up, our dads looked at me and my GF and told us to keep writing.

In reality, my GF is pursuing a psychology major and I am an English major.

I dreamt I was at my late parents' house, in my old bedroom, and I was fiddling with a balky old tape recorder that so irritated me by malfunctioning, I yanked the tape out of it and threw it across the room. I don't know why I didn't throw the tape machine out the window also even though I thought about it. I would push all the buttons and it wouldn't stop playing.

Oh, and the first part of the dream was that I was in a meeting with various heads of state and Mc Donald Trump was there casting an illumine us glow on the whole congregation, it's no wonder I wanted to get away.