What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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This isn't recent but it stuck with me. I dreamed I was looking in the mirror and if I looked directly into the mirror my head disappeared. I could only see it if I glanced away and saw it from my peripheral vision. Seems significant of something.

I was surrounded by hundreds of containers of ice cream. Somehow I knew that it was just a dream, so I pigged out. I probably ate 10 pounds of ice cream, but I didn't get a stomachache.

like many i don't often dream but once in my dream i was being chased by napoleon armed with a sword the someone with a spoon taped a glass and me, napoleon and french people were singing in french with the lyrics in the air!

So I was in a sort of warm, bathhouse-like area with, from first glance, nothing in it. On the walls there were such writings as "FOO", "No Drugs!", "POTRZEBIE", "Entering Octane 1High", and a sentence of gibberish. I decided to translate the gibberish to English, ending up with both "If you wish to be the old figure, don't EVEN try." and "If a wish is made by an old person, don't let that wish be to die." Out of nowhere, a wall exploded in the distance (Not from the house, mind you). However, the house's walls blocked out the sound. Wakko walked over and, without a word, pointed his finger toward an elevator. I gave him an A-OK signal, then ran over to the elevator.

One trip up the vertical tube later, and I was in a corridor where Sonic waited. We found a bit of gibberish on the wall.

Me: (skims through gibberish passage)
Sonic: Most interesting. We need to translate this!
Me: (points translator at passage) Hmm. "Here, you can choose one of four differently colored corridors. You can tip a cow, as this will lead to DooM10." This isn't right.
Sonic: Tipping cows gets you a copy of DooM10? The heck?
Me: ...yeah, it doesn't work 100%. (recalculates last sentence) "You can take any path you want. Remember, all paths lead to a room with many familiar women your age, all of whom you can love forever." Cheeky! Oh well, it still doesn't make much sense. (recalculates last few words) "All paths lead to a room with many familiar worlds of rage, where you can shove off fourfold." What? (recalculates again) Ah, there we go. "All paths lead to a room. What you'll find there, you'll have to see for yourself."
Sonic: Okay. See ya!

I ran down the corridor, got to the entrance to the described room, and opened the door. A strange spirit said "Guess who?" and hooted like Daffy Duck. I walked inside, and floated over to a cyan platform. The door disappeared behind me. I muttered to myself in a Smedley voice, "Must be a Special Stage." Around me, a wonderful light show of water formed a toasty sphere around me. Suddenly, I was held tight by an attractive female water spirit. The spirit and I had a massive mutual connection, and our bubble floated off into the distance as the Brinstar fanfare from Metroid blared endlessly.

End.

maybe it was more than a dream- maybe you were astrally travelling, and when an astral traveller is in front of a mirror, they will of course see nothing. just a thought.

Bird
To see birds in your dream, symbolizes your goals, aspirations and hopes.
Blackbird
To see a blackbird in your dream, signifies a lack of motivation. You are not utilizing your full potential. Alternatively, it represents jealousy, lust or temptation.
To see deformed or odd birds in your dream,indicates that you have a unique outlook and perspective on romance and love. The dream may also represent a lack of understanding in affairs of the heart.
Crow
To see a crow in your dream, represents death and the darker aspects of your character. The dream could also be pointing out your annoying habits. Alternatively, the crow may be conveying a message from your unconscious.
Raven
To see a raven in your dream, symbolizes betrayal, disharmony, misfortune, and death. The death may be a symbolic death in that it signals an end to a habit or phase in your life.

I dreamed that there was a street with a paint factory on the one side and the most boring grey houses on the other. the long grey folds in the metal of the factory wall where to the left of me. A grey factory that produces colors. My family and i went there to save a family on that street. First i just kinda hung out with some punks. they wore denim and torn long army jackets one of them had dreadlocks and one of them had spikes or something. I think one had a scarf. we probably lit something on fire and drank beer and burned some herbs but i don't remember.
Sometime after that i was summoned back to the family we where there to save by an unknown mechanism. We walked into what i imagine being an american style home. the oldest daughter was not there and i cannot remember what the parents looked like they had no sons. i talked to the younger of the daughters about life there. As we walked out between small shriveled trees she told me here older sister had gotten a role in a movie, it was a paint at. Her older sister was blonde. she was somewhat shorter but she was only 15 yet her sister was older i cant remember how much. She the younger sister and had dark hair pale skin and light colored eyes. As we talked she seemed kind of sad it had a sense of melancholy. She had been trapped in the grey world all here live. I remember standing next to her in the grey street next to the pale tree.
After that we were in a more colorful house it was large for it housed both my family the family we had saved and the family of Indrie and alecsandra(theres actualy some called like that). i was downstairs we just came in the girl i knew had already went upstairs and my parents were showing me leftovers that i recognized as such and that looked quite good although kind of old. They told me they were for dinner. I got myself a glass of juice and i felt the urge to ensure a roll of toilet paper.
Then the younger daughter came downstairs and told me to go up the stairs. Upstairs we talked some more and she started to kiss me. I had found here very beautiful all along but, would not have dared touch here because we where just there to take them away from the paint factory and she was to beautiful to frail. she took of all my clothes and sat on top of me. We did not have sex yet though. I remember that she was wet since i felt it with my hand on the back of her leg, near her bum. She said something about condoms and i said we should. Then she put my penis inside her for a very short moment just in and out. then she cave me a peck on the cheek and ran downstairs and said the parrents "peter is upstairs and he is naked". At about that i realized she had also taken my clothes. I heard alecsandra make some kind of scream and that she was running. I ran to the toilet for i didn't want to be found naked but alas there was no door only a shower curtain. I closed the shower curtain and sat down on the toilet. alecsandra opened the shower curtain and i screamed she wanted it. To which she answered "o okay, why did you run to the toilet then". there was some conversation and then she left. I then realized i should have taken the glass of juice and the toilet paper.

that was the dream i really don't get it.

I haven't been dreaming much lately but I've been dreaming about suicide for some rezone. A couple days ago I dreamed I was putting a knife to my throat & about a week before that I dreamed I was putting a shot-gun to my face. I don't remember much else from those dreams except that & I'm not sure why I had those dreams. I've been in a good mood lately & I haven't really thought about suicide much in years. When I did think about that stuff years ago; I never thought about doing it those ways. Could it be symbolizing something other than suicide

Could be any of that! Thanks for taking the time auntie

I had a dream that I was at a construction site with my family and I was reading a volume of the Hellsing manga and watching the animated version on Cartoon Network. It featured Alucard and Integra in a bizarre art style, and Alucard kept wanting to drink Integra's blood which made her angry at him. Then they both started having sex. Then Seras and Bernadotte came in and were shocked at what they saw. Then they tried to tell Alucard and Integra that they were under attack by Millennium. Zorin Blitz and Rip Van Winkle were the ones attacking. Zorin had a much longer hairstyle, but I read in the author's notes that she was really a man. Rip Van Winkle did a monologue about something but I can't remember what it was about.

just another weird one involving me in an alternate universe, at a business workplace where i am an abused apprentice involving some kind of bureaucracy, and my mentor is losing patience with my slow mental processing. at this point, a sexy babe wearing a red see-thru fishnet minidress walks into the place, she is totally tanned, taut and naked underneath, and she smilingly gloms immediately onto me, flattering me with comments along the lines of "you're so cute and buff and handsome!" and "you are so intelligent!" so naturally i glommed back onto her. i followed her out of the office, not caring whether or not i would ever return. i followed her for a long walk out to a deserted office park with a deserted hotel in the middle of it, out in the middle of an urban nowhere. once i am in the place, i follow her to a room thinking something good was going to happen. suddenly she disappears, replaced by a disheveled middle-aged heavyset man who looked just like a boiler room operator, which he was. this kind of boiler room operation was a scam operation where indentured servants from other countries [what i was drafted into in the dream] are made to toil 18 hours daily, either trying to rip people off via telephone solicitation, or to sit in brainstorming sessions figuring out new scams to perpetrate on other people. the man leads me to a large open floor area where the windows were glued shut and the doors downstairs locked from outside, and i was stuck on the upper floors, with open windows i could look out through, but when i did i saw nothing but urban wasteland. i thought to myself in the dream, "damn, i'm in it now, aren't i? i'm stuck here in this hellhole, this is the last time i will let my little head lead me by my thalawacker into the doom of futile temptation."

so i was in this conference room with the other slaves, blankly wondering what in the hell was happening, when one of 'em brought out this flashing laser strobe light meant as a disorienting tool for robbing people. i commented something along the lines of how this could be useful in NeuroLinguistic ReProgramming of people with mental problems. a supervisor heard me and poked his head out of his office and beckoned me inside. he closed the door and grilled me about my education level, and i told him i failed college. he then ushered me back to my hotel room and then disappeared. i then noticed that my room deteriorated greatly since i had been there last, at least a few days ago. the paint was peeling, there was dirt and grime all over the place, and the suite was deserted 'cept for me. the phone in the room rang and i picked it up, it was the front office saying i was free to go and that they had a package waiting for me, so i gathered up my things, which for some reason included 2 mostly spent oxygen tanks on a cart, so i clumsily lashed all this stuff together and i lugged it on the cart across the wasteland of the hotel suite, down the elevator to the atrium which was still elevated above the main lobby. then i got onto an escalator down to the lobby but the tracks got all tangled up and ground to a halt suddently which caused me to dump most of my stuff onto the lobby floor below. i was fixing to climb down somehow when a bureaucrat from the front office materialized with my package and asked me a few questions about where i was going from there. then i awoke, knowing not what was in the package nor where i was going to go.

I keep having disturbing dreams in which the Universe is intrinsically a Maltheistic entity, which had the sole purpose of destroying me in every way. The Universe manifested itself as a hauntingly beautiful woman, on whom I was totally dependent, at it she ignored me and I was isolated from all the beauty I could see. Really bloody strange

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auntblabby, I love reading your dreams. I have no idea what they are about though. Very Phil K. Dick.

thanx
funny you should mention pkd, he is my favorite writer aside from bradbury. the former is pejoristic and the latter is cautiously melioristic, so i guess they are a bit like opposite sides of the same tarnished existential coin. pkd said "reality is that which doesn't go away when you stop believing in it." - a haunting thought regarding my dreams, because there have been more than a few that i would not like to exist despite my belief that they were just dreams. it has been said that dreams are realscapes that exist on other planes of existence. this said, i would rather be in the happier high planes [of existence] than the dickian dystopian planes.

gee, that reminds me of my most recent dream, posted above your post.

Ha, thats uncanny And yeah, your dream was a bit Philip K. Dick. Hurray for things that remind me off "Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep" *goes off to read book for a seventh time...