What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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In terms of strange dreams? I recall driving a school bus down a road which, was filled with freshly cut pieces of firewood.Anyways, doing stupid, I abandoned the bus to clear the road of the debris as such then get back on again.I safely navigated the bus down the road and into the premises of my old elementary school grounds.
This is where it gets weird for, moving down the stretch of road there was a large gathering of people though no one whose identity was clear to me.Parked the bus I did and made my way toward the crowd wherein; I noticed seeing everyone looking up into the sky where there was this jet airplane with propellers which was doing stunts as such.


perplexed at how the people in the crowd could be amazed at something that is not so strange in itself.
I recall saying,"if people can make jets with propellers then, I do something which will be interesting."
Members of the crowd looked at me as if I was not only crazy for saying such \but, that I must be un-intelligible to make such a statement.Gradually the crowd dispersed and simply staring at the sky I was merely wondering how I would do something unique as such though the voice of my conscious inside me said,"Your too stupid and you'll never be able to do anything like that so, just give it up and let very bright people make such things."

The dream ended with me sitting on the road side curb looking down the road which lead away from the school just thinking..

I dreamed that a boy in my class was wearing pink Uggs and a pink coat.

Last night, I dreamed I had detachable toes. I took them all off and put them on a table in front of me. Then I picked one up and started chewing on the toenail. The whole toe felt hard, like plastic, being detached from my foot. Then my mom walked in as I was chewing on a toe and gave me a strange look. I said, "Well, this is the easiest way!"

Most of my dreams for the past six to twelve months have been about zombies.
It's actually getting a little worrying.

But last nights dream was a little filthy involving a man releasing an abnormal amount of a certain bodily fluid over my head, which I then attempted to wash off with another man's kiwi fruit - not too strange, but that was the entirety of the dream and when you consider I have full sensory dreams you realise it was a little...unpleasant.

Oh, and the film The Island I have to boo because it was a rip-off of Michael Marshall Smith's book Spares...highly recommended author, all his books are very dream-like, surreal, funny, and as a plus he and I have similar writing styles which obviously means he's just awesome.

Last night I dreamed I was being shot at. I ducked behind a car & I remember pulling out a revolver & giving off a shot but I don't remember much else.

I few nights ago I dreamed that some kinda tentacle monster was crushing a girl. Don't remember much at all.

I haven't been sleeping good lately & the few dreams I remember having have not been good. I have not been playing video-games or watching violent movies so I'm not sure where this stuff is coming from

i dreamt i was just released from active duty in the army, and sent home in a weird motor home/bus, and i was the only passenger. the motor home was a 70s model with walnut wall paneling and maroon shag carpeting, which i liked rather much. there were no windows looking directly out of the vehicle, they were all behind closed doors in rooms on either side of a wide hallway down the middle of the bus. while i was en route to my home of record, i had to go to the loo, and in the loo some little children materialized out of nowhere, watching me as i tried to tinkle. then i arrived in front of my house, and the doors opened on the bus, and i lugged a huge suitcase filled only with a rolled-up pair of army green socks, and after i exited the bus, another passenger came on board and the children scattered. i got in my car which was in the garage, and i started it up and backed it out of the garage. just then, for some reason not elaborated upon in the dream, i suddenly dragged my heavy bulky suitcase back to the bus and jumped on board as it was taking off, and at high speed we careened down the road back to the military base, cutting corners and skidding. i tried to run to the cockpit at the front of the bus but there was a solid wall blocking my access, frustrating my attempts at getting the driver to slow down. then at the intersection just before the military base, the bus stopped and i quickly got out and walked back home, as the bus drove away behind me. dragging the heavy suitcase for miles and miles as i walked back home, made me awaken from the dream in a flop sweat.

I don't know if this is the weirdest but for me it's one of the best I've had:

I found myself on a beach when I found that a guy had just surfed in from the beach. He was sort of hovering on the waves about a foot off the ground in front of me. He then said try this: I stepped on to the surf board and immediately began floating up on top of the waves higher and higher until I was as high as mountains around the bay where the beach was. Then I floated down away from the sea in the air flying steadily on the surf board. I went over the buildings until I reached a runway with a squared pattern. I landed there and the dream ended and I woke up.

I was a Portuguese man (and also Bert McCracken) warning people of the dangers of eating anything but rice. And then someone catapulted Greek wizards at me and the apocalypse had begun.

I think it got even weirder after that, but I can't remember much.

i dreamed that i was in high school on the football team walking through the school with my gear. then my damn alarm went off.

Last night I had one of my semi-regular dreams where my teeth fall out...
...at least last night I remembered my first aid training and put my fallen-out teeth into contact lens pots with milk.

i dreamt that i was in some strange place that might have been on a slighly higher astral plane from the earth plane [like a very low rung of the bright side of the hereafter] where younger versions of my parents visited from a higher plane of rest. after chatting with them for a bit, i found myself in a living room with a fireplace, and for some reason i found myself stoking the fireplace with some firelogs in a box next to a weird sound system made out of black cast iron, that was playing "jazzman" [carole king] throughout the dream, over and over on a continuous loop. after stoking the fireplace i went into another room, walking down a hallway which looped somehow back to the living room, where i found a little kid throwing a doll into the fireplace- i leaped forward and snatched the doll before the flames could get to it, and the kid said "my sister said to burn the doll." i held the doll in my hand, gazing at it- it was very old, an antique, with the patina of age on its porcelain "skin" and its artfully applied ice-blue "eyes" staring back into mine. i was enthralled by this adorable little dolly with its maroon/black tweed fabric dress out of the 1800s, with rouged cheeks and the blond upswept hairdo, and patterned gray-blue scarf.

then i walked down another hallway into somebody's wooden-floored bedroom, which turned out to be the little boy's older sister, who was behind a large wheeled toy chest, and i asked her why she threw this adorable little doll away, and she just shrugged with an expression of clueless juvenile boredom, so i carried the little doll down yet another hallway into a great room, where i met an anesthesia nurse i had worked with in an army hospital a few decades back [in real life], and i interrupted her conversation with another lady to bring to her attention the doll, and then suddenly i noticed with a start that the doll looked just like this nurse, to the smallest detail, so i handed her the doll and told her the story of its rescue from the flames and its resemblance to herself, and she absent-mindedly said to me, "oh, that's nice," and stuck the doll in her purse and resumed chatting with her lady friend. meanwhile, a doctor [who in real life i also worked with a few decades back] overheard us and said to me, "aren't you the same person who talked about dispatching a coyote who ate your sister's cat? [referring to a recent waking-life incident] - why did you even bother to save that old doll from the flames?" and i replied, "i try to save humans and their analogues," then i walked away and promptly awoke from the dream.