What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I dreamt last night that I had a baby son. I was lying on my mum's bed and the boy who was a newborn at this time was lying on my chest and I was going "coocheecoo" and stuff. The something else happened, then it was the next day and he was already a toddler. He was toddling around quite unsteadily and I was talking to him and hugging him, that's all I remember of that but it was cool. Then I dreamt that I had "woken up" and was telling my mum about the dream about the baby. Then my mum was being all accusing and making out it was some kind of secret desire/wishful thinking dream, and I was like "noooo don't be daft!" And she said quite sternly, "I bet if you had the chance you'd make that come true wouldn't you!!" I was like "NOOOO don't say that no I wouldn't not for years!" It was actually a very nice dream (the first one) I must admit, then my dream was actually accusing me of it being wishful thinking.

I had another dream which was weird, but I'll tell you that tomorrow I'm going to bed.

My A.P. U.S. history teacher has what she calls "locker slam" questions, meaning that if she bangs a person's head on a locker and says, for example, "Marbury vs. Madison", the person would be able to tell her "judicial review".

I had a dream where she was driving a bulldozer over me and yelling "Marbury vs. Madison", and I couldn't remember what it was, so she crushed me. I woke up yelling "judicial review".

I just woke from a little nap & i dreamed I was some kind of investigator & I was trying to figure out why someone attempted to murder a judge. This is what I get from watching The Good Wife. That guy Keri was my suspect

The other night I had a dream where I was in a Supermarket. I had the £1.50 in my pocket that I had in real life the day before. I wanted to buy a Playboy magazine and a Nuts magazine (not that I actually read those God why do I have to have such a perverted mind) but I didn't have enough. Patrick Trueman from EastEnders randomly came round the corner and payed for it. I then left the shop and travelled miles and miles through a forest pathway, 2 magazines in hand. I couldn't wait to read them. Then I woke up .

i have only a partially remembered dream to relate- it was fairly random, in that i could see no linkage to waking reality in it- i found myself in a generic public private bathroom, part of a locker room, and the door to the place had a "here it is, now it is gone, here it is again" kind of door latch/lock, that i struggled to make work in terms of keeping the door closed and locked. once i fixed that, i was in a toilet stall, but for some reason i thought it was a shower stall, and i was [in my dream] dirty, so i disrobed and started to shower, but the shower spray wasn't coming from a shower head but instead from a bidet nozzle on the toilet, which at first was coming from the toilet but that disappeared and reappeared from a nozzle coming out of the floor opposite the toilet. either way, the spray somehow drenched me in a dense misty droplet spray which cleaned me. in the middle of my shower, a bunch of people entered the lockerroom and the private stall walls dematerialized, and they saw me naked but didn't pay me any real mind. for some reason i was not bothered by them either. they all sat down on benches and watched a tv set which suddenly materialized out of nothing. on the tv news report they were watching, was a story about a UFO invasion of earth. people didn't seem too worried, just another news story between the traffic and weather, though some people were taking bets as to whether they [ET] would decide to eat us or not. other things happened in the dream but they evaporated from my consciousness when i awoke.

i dreamt i was in some california restaurant, high on a pier overlooking a large body of water. i couldn't see much of the ocean because of severe evening glare on the picture window overlooking the oceanfront. drat. anyways, the restaurant had a burnt-orange color scheme for the walls, flooring and table coverings, which i really liked. i was there with all my female relatives, with not a man in sight, not even a waiter. at our table, were these buffet-tray thingies with tiny plates heaping with food, mostly vegan. the buffet trays were also food heaters/browners, and i was in the process of browning my potatoes and chicken while my sister and the other females were dishing about the misbehavior of various hollywood celebs. i was not partaking of the conversation because i was concentrating on cooking my food. in between flipping browned sections of food, i was tilting the tray because the seedy jelly from the salad tomatoes had dripped too close to my food i was cooking, and i detest seedy tomato jelly so i was trying to keep it from contaminating the other good food. all night long i had this dream, it just kept going on and on. but in the morning i wasn't really hungry.

I was walking through the top hallway of my apartment building and I saw this 60s type Christmas tree with the irredescent lights on it. I went to the other parts of the building and there it was...that tree. I've found the stairway to Heaven and walked up it into a room, where Pete Quaife was standing, with a bunch of alluminum trees.

i dreamt my deceased mother was still alive but ailing, and i was negotiating the medical care system for her, to get her treatment for her cancer. she made it through the treatment and was well again. then i awoke, remembering that she has been dead for nearly 3 years now. a let-down, for sure.

I dreamed that I was in elementary school talking with one of my former friends. In class we were learning how to style hair. Johnny Depp came in looking exactly how he did in Secret Window, with brownish blonde hair, and he asked me to dye it black for him. I accidentally grabbed the wrong color of hair dye, which wasn't exactly black, but more of a very dark plum color. I was afraid to let Johnny look in the mirror because I didn't want him to be angry with me for dying his hair the wrong color. While I was pacing around trying to figure out what I should do, I ran my hands through my hair and since there was dye on my hands, my hair got dyed too. Then I started worrying that my mom would be angry at me for dying my hair, even though it wasn't my fault.

This is the second dream in a week that I've had about my favorite celebrities. The first dream was about me going to Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter's house, but I didn't post that dream here because the content was fairly normal (all I did was sit in their living room and talk with them).

I dreamed about a bird. I drew it.



That's him/her.

Bi-bird-bird-bird. bi-bird is the word.

I dreamt last night I was on a trip to some museum and then somehow the world was ruled by dark blue floating sock monkeys that kept beating people and making them their slaves and stuff. Then I went to the sky and there were tiny birds like the one on "spirited away" that sounds like a bee, and they told me how to defeat the monkeys. We had to go see a weird bird man with a floppy beak that looked like something from a dr seuss book, and he would know what to do with them. And that's it really, there were other stuff involved to do with my friend but I don't remember much.