What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Wow!

That's some dream!

First the obvious question: which kinda person was your real dad?

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My father was caring, understanding of others, and often rejected gender stereotypes in part because he believed gender stereotypes would destroy mental and emotional well-being of other males.

(I don't think he ever explained why.)

So your dad was acting like your real dad would act.

Having two versions of your "father" at odds is in an interesting metaphor for the conflicting signals we men get for how to be men. Maybe neither father is really your actual father. Both are just metaphors for society's dictates. Or not.

Apparently your dad didn't just act that way, he was apparently quite deliberate about it, and talked about choosing to be that way. So even the surreal stuff about warning you not to talk to that other guy is also in character. My dad was more old skool, and more like the clone. But it wasn't a cause celeb with him as such. But that's another story. If a parent makes a cause out of being X, often you are tempted to rebel and do the opposite of X. Or just to explore the opposite of X just out of curiosity about it. Forbidden fruit and all of that. So maybe part of you wants to rebel and to go the old skool stoic route of being male just to go against him. Except that you in the dream had just had an emotional breakdown. And that would've been the wrong way to go. Maybe you are going through something in real life right now, and the dream is telling you not to go the macho route in the particular situation.

Your dad was almost certainly deliberately rebelling against HIS dad, who was almost certainly solidly old school. So your dad was probably quite conflicted within himself. Its almost as if you channeled your dad's inner conflicts in your dream.

... Watched some politician who became a hero of sorts on some semi-apocalypic realm. The guy transported people in or out of the a huge hospital building by being a pilot.
I had commented that it's because he in particular just so happens to be able to fly a helicopter and save people. Even watched him getting some award of honor in public. Then some guy on staged replied on my comment saying that I was right, it just so happens that he can pilot a helicopter.

Another dream. Setting seems to be a ruined version of my old house, and still within the village. Except my apartment childhood neighbor friends are my neighbors in this dream.
Then there was me, on my usual red shirt home wear, in our old house. Then the moon went weird, TV or radio saying there were 'fragments' of the moon falling into Earth.
... When I went out to go on some neighbor, I've noticed the moon was a bit too big... And then there were boulder sized moons raining from it. The odd thing was that each 'fragments' literally looked like the Moon's surface and sphere shaped and all.
A few crashed and continuously rained on the road I was at. I even tried to grab one of the landed moon boulders. It was surprisingly lighter than it looked. So I went back into the house while there's this moon boulder shower.
The moon boulder sphere turned out to be quite hollow... Which is really weird.


I only slept for an hour with this.
What's with me sleeping for an hour, recalling averaging 2 separate dreams and varying dreaming of altered worlds?? Many of which were either apocalyptic or post-apocalypic alike setting, or just weird otherworld normal.

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^^^Edna, there is a certain kind of tiredness i've experienced where i would drop through the consciousness floor and land in the unconscious dreamworld that was already in progress, like it was on a cosmic kind of live stream that would pause now and then every time something would jostle me [i was riding in a car at the time] then i'd fall back asleep and land back in the live stream dream zone right where i left it.

I had another dream about my dad and again with "both versions" of him.

The dream began at the beginning of my high school years. I was waiting in the school office with the school secretary looking at me in a contemptuous manner. My father then walked into the office and gestured at me to follow him into another office where he and a male faculty member began engaging in conversation. The male faculty member was addressed by my dad as "Doctor" even though all faculty were addressed by their first names.

As my father walked into the office, his other self jumped from behind and taunted not only me, but also "Doctor" using slurs. My father then forced his other self against a wall with his hand around his throat.

"Whatever your purpose is in doing this crap, it needs to stop. Remember, this is the boy's school so if you keep it up, I am going to make sure the pigs go after you day after day."

His other self said back, "So you think this is a way to stop me?! I think not!"

My dad then said, "Son, just go into the office and let me handle this a-hole in order to keep him from messing up this meeting." I obliged.

The dream then cut to about one year after I graduated from high school (I graduated in 2008) and the campus of my first college where I spent six years. My dad and I sat at a table in the dining hall where we talked about opportunities for anything. Of course his other self had different ways to get me to do something I to this day still have no interest in doing.

The dream then cut to my current college in present-day. One of the buildings for the previous three years underwent a major renovation and re-opened about three weeks ago.

My mom, my sister, and I took both versions on a campus tour with his other self being rude. We walked by the building that had the renovation and we saw an on-campus museum. We then got into the museum (admission was free) and checked out the exhibits disregarding the snide remarks of my dad's other self.

The dream then cut to a scene in the dining hall with him eating a salad and his other self binging on pizza and hamburgers.

My mom, my sister, and I ate veggie burgers along with bottles of sparkling water.

The dream ended with us returning to his countryside home but what frustrated us is when we walked to the backyard was a stench welcoming us.

"Why does it smell like crap?" I asked my dad.

"Oh don't worry about it, he'll stop even if somebody attempts to scare him." he said back to me.

IMO, this dream and the previous dream I had about my dad is probably what I got from watching the movie Ad Astra, which is about a man with a bad case of unresolved "daddy issues" and is told to go into space to find his missing father who has been missing for thirty years.

Like the protagonist of Ad Astra, my sister and I both have a bad case of unresolved "daddy issues" to different degrees.

What do you think of this dream?

^^^if you had not seen "ad astra," do you think this dream would have happened the same way?

i dreamt i was in a hospital, not familiar to my waking self. never been there before. in a large airy wooden room with floor-to-ceiling windows, a classroom with desks, all the fluorescent lights were switched on and it was too bright, irritatingly bright, so i switched off the lights and let the gray outdoor light in, i could see through the windows and see a forest off perhaps a mile in the distance, in the foreground was a manicured verdant green lawn and some shrubbery off to the side of the vista. the class instructor was upset that i turned off the lights and switched them back on, whereupon another student turned the brighter overhead ones back off. teacher shrugged and sneered in disgust. we both chatted with her that she should have consideration for those of us who are photosensitive. she grudgingly went along. then i went next door into a medical clinic. i made a beeline for one of the exam rooms, closed the door and went for a toilet i saw in the middle of the room, but it was a "kit toilet" that hadn't been constructed, i dropped trou and sat on it only to discover it was not functioning, pieces of it were lying in a tray. then i zipped back up and went out only to find myself in another wooden classroom with subdued lighting, full of medicos waiting for a class, i was told i didn't belong there and to get out. then i awoke.

i dreamt that i was in some alternate reality where rudy giuliani was a teenaged street thug, the leader of a small gang, and we were all in this community resource room somewhere watching the tv on the wall talk in a documentary about a local unsolved killing of this teen boy, of which giuliani's character was widely suspected of taking part, and i let slip that i thought it was a pity about the boy, which enraged giuliani and he got in my face and spit while screaming at me with red face, "YOU MIND YOUR OWN FUGGIN' BUSINESS YOU PUNK!!" and i made the mistake of muttering "oh shut up" while wiping the spittle off my face, and he bounced me into the wall hard and then tried to use his kneecap to break my leg, and in a reflex, i jammed my fingers [which thankfully had pepper sauce on them as i'd been eating] into his eyes, which made him scream like a little girl and wilt like a leaf, then while i was about to run away from his thugs, i awoke.

I dreamt that my girlfriend and I were at a park spending some quality time together while walking up a beautiful path next to the riverfront. We of course were holding hands and trying to contain our anxieties given that we just left a movie theater in which we saw a movie that was in the vein of the new Joker film.

We found a bench and sat facing the riverfront. We talked about what to do for our next date.

The dream then cut to what appeared to be the campus of our school, except it was completely different. We walked around the campus seeing cool futuristic gadgets and we were approached by a security guard who warned us not to touch any of them.

The guard said, "I can tell whenever someone gets worked up about something. You lovebirds seem to be no different."

Although we did listen to the guard, we noticed what appeared to be a portal to an alternate dimension. We looked and walked into it.

The dream then cut to what appeared to be a house of worship. We found ourselves in a balcony witnessing what appeared to be a wedding with a full house.

We couldn't tell who the couple was, but we both had some idea as to who the couple may have been.

We then found ourselves back on the bench facing the riverfront, then I woke up.

had another dream where i was trapped in a building with no available restrooms.

I had the dream again where I was at a convention as a guest speaker with many other members of Wrong Planet. As I was about to walk onto the stage, someone in the audience threw a pistol at me and told me to wait for others from the audience to walk onto the stage.

People who walked onto the stage were other members of Wrong Planet; that is members who in reality hate themselves just for being on the spectrum.

My mom and my sister (who were sitting in the front row) told me not to shoot, so the dream ended with me removing the bullets from the pistol, disposing of it, and beginning my speech.

Then I woke up.

i had a bona fide nightmare, a mishmash of symbols from my waking life. i was in some kinda park with my sister, we somehow got separated, and i ended up parking in a lot near the front of the park, but then somehow i started driving on an unpaved muddy road with lots of potholes, into a treeless wasteland that went as far as the eye could see. then all the sudden the road, nasty as it was, ended in a bunch of irregular nasty terrain, and i tried to do a u-turn but my left front wheel got caught in a pothole, and the wheel came off. i got out and eyeballed it, and determined that i could prolly screw the thing back on but before i could do so, a tan air-porter van came by and the driver, some kinda fix-it guy, who was a lean fella with military-short blond hair and dressed all in khaki, told me to hop in and then he drove me to my late folks' house, and said he'd come back when the wheel was fixed. i then got on my cell phone to call my sister, to tell her i wasn't in the same parking lot we last met at [don't have a cell phone in waking life] but it morphed into some strange thing that had controls both front and back, none of which made it work, i kept pressing buttons but the too-small [teeny tiny print] display kept showing the wrong numbers pressed, so i threw it down and went to the wall phone [land line] but it was a party line and other family members kept using it. i was getting worked up and about ready to scream, then i awoke in a sweat.

Both of your last two dreams were probably caused by ….simply having to go to the bathroom while asleep.

This happened just yesterday when I was on a bus heading home from school.

I was walking alone on a trail in what appeared to be a forest. I stopped at a point and took out my I-Phone to take some pictures. I uploaded them onto my Facebook page and continued walking.

I then stopped at another point and saw what appeared to be a large pile of human feces mixed with used cigarettes and chewed tobacco.

I then heard a male voice saying to me, "Man up. Freaking out isn't going to help you get a good grade."

Then I woke up.