What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Yay, back to the fun dreams!

I was sitting at a table with my mother and father in some really expensive restaurant. Like expensive where every body is wearing a dress or suit and tie, but also just god awful expensive. There were a few things wrong. For one, nobody was talking and the dream was completely silent. I guess for second, my parents aren't married anymore

Anyway, out of nowhere these cold wet corpsy arms wrap around my torso (At this point there's some scary movie suspense noise going on) and whatever it was' head crept near mine, and then I froze solid literally encrusted in ice. It then ripped me out of my chair and I shattered on the floor while it disappeared through the floor. Oh, and while all of this happened, before I got shattered, nobody really even noticed it all happened

That's where the dream ended cuz I died

It was one of those dreams like as if it was a real life version of one of those pictures that you stare at and then something jumps at you. Although I think it was scarier cuz I died. I was quite un-prepared for dying

I had a few in 1 last night, and I remember 2/3 of it.
Part 1: I was in school with by best friend as a sort of visit. We were outside and messing about and stuff, then we went to run off this high up part of the yard, and I found my self jumping on a teacher's car then I kept running along these cars. I knew that teachers were inside and I shouldn't be running along their cars, but for some reason I lost control of my legs and they were being carried across the cars. My friend followed me and said he was unsure about what we were doing. We got to the end and we heard our old maths teacher Mr. Luke shouting "oi who's that!?" So we ran away and the yard was now a lot bigger that it should be and there were lots of hiding places. We hid behind something but heard teachers coming closer so we ran again and hid, but it was a really crap hiding place and they saw us straight away. They asked what was going on and I said that I ran across but I couldn't stop myself, then the teacher mentioned something about panicking over something. The teachers seemed really cool about it and were laughing with us. But then we went to my friends house and his mum already knew, so I explained to her that I couldn't stop running on the cars and I just kept going, she was fine with that but said to my friend "what about you? You can't have any excuse" and he said he just followed me and didn't know why and she accepted the excuse. Then I said to my friend "we get let off for everything don't we?" and he was like "yeah I know. " That last part was true to real life because at school we got away with everything.

Part 2: I went to a bus stop where my nana was waiting to take me somewhere. We went to an Indian restaurant and my nana's partner/sort of granddad Julian, my great uncle Les and auntie Freda went too. The waiter gave us loads of big plates of food, after a bit we got way too full and I didn't want any more. So we went back to Les's house, there was just me and Julian there though, and suddenly the gate at the end of the drive caught on fire, I shouted to Julian "quick get buckets of water and put it out!" but he just stood there staring blankly at the fire as it grew. I shouted and shouted at him but he never listened, until Les walked through the flames and his shirt was on fire, and he stood still looking at us with a look of complete terror on his face (he had already burned himself in the restaurant, I forgot how). Then Julian finally sprung into action and both of us put the fire out with buckets of water.

The third part I don't remember and it was the only one I actually enjoyed, it was another one of my obsession releated dreams I have . And I know throughout the dreams I remember there were different types of apes dotted around here and there, and were minor characters but I completely forgotten what they were there for or what they were doing, all I remember was there would be a chimp or orangutan following us around or standing in the background. I'm sure I remember an orangutan going to the indian restaurant, I think he was the waiter but I'm not sure.

It was like this.
I was inside my house looking out at the street at the bay window and noticed how one certain car kept driving by. It was black and almost jeep-like; I guess I could say a mix between a hearse and an old fashioned jeep. I could see it drive down the road and wait then come back; it kept going about on this course until my feelings of anxiety were high. I could see two silhouettes of men inside of the car; men in black suits with black bowler hats. As I looked at them the words THEM appeared in my mind(vision?), the letters were thick and black. Finally I moved myself to the doorway and had my hand resting on the knob; I felt like I wanted to catch these people and see them closer up. I waited a long time before they drove back and once they did I flung the door open and started running. I ran after them but the vehicle just sped up and as it was driving off the word THEM flashed across my mind again and the man in the passenger seat turned his head around. I couldn't see his eyes because they were obscured by the shadow of his hat, but his smile was evil and the teeth perfectly set and square.
I awoke after that.
D: It was terrifying.

I have never had a dream before which was a story like this one was, and I had to write it down. Having written it, I thought I might as well share.

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I dreamt of a magic man and a couple.

The couple had been deeply in love, partners on life's path. One day, the man was caught in a fire, and his face was horribly burned so that the whole thing was covered in scars. Thinking the woman would no longer love him, not wanting to be seen by her looking this way, and believing that should would only be able to live a happy life with a normal man, he left her.

The man was heartbroken and devastated, but he decided that he would press on. One evening he built a large fire, and in it he saw the image of a bird with wings of flames. He took this as a sign and, taking a great bird as his totem, dedicated his life to becoming a magic man, dedicated to mysticism, living secluded away as a hermit in the middle of a forest, seeing people only when they came to him for help or guidance. As the years passed, he was not happy, but neither was he unhappy. He believed that he had made the best choice he could have with his life and though he still sometimes thought of his love, he believed that she had moved on and loved again, and was living a happy life.

One day, a man came to the magic man seeking solace. The mystic welcomed him and, as the visitor told his story of the death of his friend, offered equanimous words of condolence and wisdom on how all living things must die and, though we might mourn them, we should let them pass and not suffer for it. The visitor told of how his friend had died alone after a slow death, drawn out for years. She had once been in love, he said, but the man she loved was badly burned in a fire and left her. For years, she waited patiently for him to overcome his fear of being seen by her and for him to return to her. Eventually, her heart broke, and slowly life faded from her.

Hearing this, the spirit of the magic man was broken, and he was filled with regret.

Last night I had a dream about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was considerably darker in subject matter than either of the movies were. In the dream, it was revealed through flashback that the reason why Willy Wonka chose to find an heir rather than have a wife and child was because he was sexually molested by his female teachers when he was a boy. It wasn't graphic; it was just silhouettes on the wall, like the portrayal of Emily's death in Corpse Bride.

Last night, I had this dream that my family and I were renting a summer cottage. I just got out of the lake, and I was drying and brushing my hair. My mum asked me if I wanted to have a little fun for the day. That the family was going to have a picnic and go to the pool, afterwards. I was gun ho about the idea. I got all my stuff and got into the car. I noticed that the radio was on my sister's station, instead of my parents soft rock, or my oldies but I had my portable CD player as well. My dad mentioned that it is my sister's station and she doesn't come often. I said that I will listen to my sister's music and save The Kinks for the picnic. My sister said, "I appreciate that, Mick. Did I call you Mick? I meant Shelby. I had a dream that you were Mick Avory last night, and I have a better understanding of you, now." I said, "Mick...Shelby. It's all the same to me. You can call me whatever you want."

Than I woke up.

I was IN ME POWER, laughing at a Tom and Jerry cartoon, when suddenly, a blue-and-grey ball of flame burst through my roof. I looked outside. Next thing I knew, wrong place at wrong time!
The blue figure - a sort of Sonic-like robot - walked up to me, and let out a few electronic beeps and boops, translating to "You were expecting maybe our inferior, organic counterparts!?". The grey robot - with a silver wormlike pulse of electricity coming out of the back of its head and a Flapcat-esque face - which pulsed an ominous amethyst, shrieked robotically as if to say "We are the real Sonic and Shantae!".
At that point, I knew I had to run far away from these mechanical beasts. I eventually reached safety by using a Drill Wisp to speed through a strange sea and into an underground pocket universe.

End of dream

i was trying to talk to people who did not speak my language and i had a meltdown that woke me up.
i was angry for ages and wanted to go back to the dream so i could make them understand.

a few nights ago, i had another dream where i was trying to explain a new idea i had, and for some reason i said some words in my description that were absurd and counter intuitive, and when my audience lost the plot i said "sorry let me say it right", and then i woke up and i could not talk to them anymore because they were no longer there.

i get over it within a few minutes after i realize they were figments of my imagination, but in those few minutes i am extremely frantic to go back to the dream.

i hope i dream about remote controlled bulldozers tonight. i often dream about them and i like those dreams because they are sterile but destructive with no victims.

The last time I'd a dream was when I was being crushed by Tetris Blocks!
I don't dream very eloborate dreams.

i dreamt i was a custodian in a school of some kind, and i looked up from the floor just in time to see condoleezza rice walk by me, and as she sashayed by me i thought to myself, "unattainable." she was wearing a formal black velvet business outfit, one that tried but failed to conceal her feminine curves and protruberances. as soon as i noticed her, she turned around, looked down her nose at me with palpable contempt, and said, "if you weren't so homely and abject, your furtive looks at me could be considered cute." i replied to her "thank you for validating my opinion of you" then i walked away. she then betrayed her plebian bully roots by letting her aristocratic ice melt just enough to show some anger at my inpertinence, by saying "you are just a lowly custodian! a "2" at most! YOU do NOT deign to speak at me, only me to YOU, get that straight! i can have your job, you must know." she said these things loud enough for everybody in the whole school to hear her, and she knew it. she stayed in place but her cutting words followed me no matter what i tried to hide, and all the doors were locked so i could not escape her meanness, then all of a sudden i felt chest pains and i said "i'm dying....." and i keeled over dead on the floor. she then walked over to me, thought about kicking me as i lay dying, then thought "EEK! don't get his slime on the shoes!" then walked away, having already forgotten me as with an insect she just crushed beneath her heel. next thing i knew i was floating around, following her, but she didn't perceive my ghost to be following her. i followed her to the office [she was a high-ranking bureaucrat], to her car, and to her house [she lived alone] where i haunted her in nightmares, with my face chasing her around where she had no refuge. after 5 nights of similar nightmares, she finally was desperate enough to at least pretend to be rueful, so she went to a florist and got some flowers then went to my grave and placed the flowers and said a brief apology. i accepted her apology and as i was ascending to the other world above, i awoke.