What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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had another barely remembered dream about college ROTC students, and how i was one of them but having a bit of troubles with the whole military routine. they were not especially nice.

nah, another episode of getting lost again, even in the dream i knew that,
in an unexpected hubris of events you get separated from compagny & transport, on the walk back you gets chatted up and taken on the wrong road, when you get rid of the 'taking a chance" person, you're on the wrong road but don't know exactly what road it is, all "help or directions" you ask, they float off mid-action into something else, eg can i make a phonecall, them agree and proceed but take off in a longwinded call themself or an idiotic repairaction on that telephone, etc, etc
all in a pleasantly gardened landscape and nice weather, so that's a good thing when you get stranded on slippers (ir, i never wear slippers)

Warning: Violence! Reader discretion is advised!

I dreamt that my mom and I engaged in another argument. I had no idea what we were arguing about but it got to the point where my mom and I grabbed guns and we shot each other. We killed each other instantly.

My NT sister grabbed another gun, shot both of us once more, and wrote a fake suicide note. She then turned on the TV and enjoyed some popcorn with brownies. The phone rang and her frenemy from high school called.

"I'm in the middle of something. Can you call back later?"

"No, can I get over to your place right now? It's something important."

My NT sister continued watching TV. Her frenemy showed up and was shot by my NT sister.

She turned off the TV, packed two suitcases, opened the car's trunk, put the suitcases in it with some dog food, took the family dog with her, but before lit the house on fire, and quickly drove off.

When the dream finished, I woke up.

This is a recurring dream, once or twice a year, that leaves me depressed for days.

First, I become aware of walking down the stairs in my childhood home.  When I get to the bottom, it is Christmas.  Everybody is there: siblings, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even my childhood pets.  There are bright and shiny packages and decorations all over the place.  Everyone is laughing, singing, and having a good time.

But no one sees me, hears me, or knows that I am there.  Then I wake up.

that is sad.

On that theme,

I had a recurring dream since I was a teenager, that I'm in my parents' house and I discover it is Christmas Eve night but I haven't bought any gifts or prepared anything. I'm always so shocked, and I strain my mind to think "But I was sure it was ... (April) ... (July) ..." or whatever the month is in real life. Usually the tree is up in my dream, but I haven't done any other preparation and I feel guilty. This dream continued when I became a mother, and I would feel guilty that I forgot it was Christmas and I hadn't prepared gifts for the kids.

The weird thing is that in real life, my dad ended up passing away on Christmas Eve. When I was driving to the hospital to say my last goodbyes I realised that I hadn't bought him anything for Christmas, subconsciously realising he likely wouldn't be alive for Christmas. I felt terribly guilty for having that mindset. The tree at his house was up just like in my dream, but I hadn't bought him anything. All the shops were closed and all I could find was a supermarket open. I bought him a Christmas tree decoration that they were selling on discount, because it was all I could find. The last moment we had together, I gave him this gift of a little red cardinal bird, and I said "Fly away home ..." right before he passed away.

I haven't had the dream since.

that is one hell of a resonant dream.

i dreamt that i was on my home street [where i was young] driving up the street when some crazy woman in a black fur coat and jeans and scarlet slip-ons quickly opened the door [while car was in motion] and hopped in pointing a pistol at me, she had a psychopathic stare with beady black eyes and a mean grin, told me to get the F out of "her" car, so i got out and her equally psychopathic BF pointed a .28 ga. pump shotgun at me that was done up in white and silver lace from buttstock to muzzle, he was dressed like Beetlejuice but in all-silver and white lace just like his shotgun. he glared at me with the same black beady eyes and demented grin and nodded at me, "uh huh, just move away MFer!" kind of style. i put a good distance between that muzzle and me, none of the other witnesses on the street acted concerned or helpful in the least.

Somehow I found myself in Turkey. I was with a travel companion who I think was a man, but I don't know who he was in real life. We had gone to Turkey spontaneously without even telling our families, and I couldn't remember why. We were on a tight budget so we went from family to family spending one or two nights in each location which were mostly very modern buildings. One night we had to sleep in a rowboat in rough open water but I didn't remember it happening; the man only told me about it. The other nights we met all sorts of interesting people in our adventure, including children. Everywhere we stayed there were children doing industrious chores and teaching us the history of Turkey. One showed us a western sunset and pointed out Africa in the orange haze, across the Mediterranean.

The buildings we stayed in were very high-tech. One of them had an entire room where telekinesis was possible. I was thrilled to look at big heavy equipment which I could swing in the air with my mind. I was very excited and I kept saying "I didn't know Turkish people could do telekinesis! I used to do this as a baby!" I wanted to take pictures but I was told the Turkish ability for telekinesis was secret and I shouldn't advertise it back home. I also decided not to use my phone at all, even to tell my family I was in Turkey. I thought it would be really expensive to send text or videos so I kept my phone shut off.

In one of our stays with a family, I realised my dog was with me. I hadn't noticed him being on the trip until then. He made friends with their dog who was a King Charles Spaniel. My dog kept getting out of his lead and I was afraid he'd get lost or get hit by a car. I had to be very careful because somehow he got stuck underneath a stairwell by the sea.

The best part was a home we stayed in with a young girl as our hostess. She was fastidious about cleaning. I decided that if there's telekinesis in Turkey, maybe I would also be able to see ghosts. I went to a mirror in the bathroom hoping I'd be able to see my (deceased) father over my shoulder in the mirror. Sure enough, there he was! I saw my father in his white summer shorts with no shirt on, like if we had been at the beach. I reached out one hand to him and was able to hold his hand, and we both starting crying tears of joy for being able to touch hands.

This dream was soooo vivid. I can recall all the apartments, all the people, all the faces, and all the scenery. I can't believe it wasn't real? I have no idea what triggered any of it, either.

i dreamt i was around of young folk in some kind of university or college club social klatch, and the host was serving some kind of germy water with transparent water bugs in it, it was in old mason jars sans lids. i picked the bugs out and gave them to the guy seated next to me who seemed to welcome them. then i was alone in a house with picture windows all around, there in the back was a large berm like for an engineered septic system and visible above the berm was a mountain ridge, very scenic against a dusky post-sunset sky, i could still make out greenery on the mountainsides. it was flatland with bits of forest here and there, and in front was a grassy lawn and a rock-embedded driveway, with another view of the mountains down the range.

I had a dream that I was suffering from some medical issue and my doctor referred me to a specialist in some town in China for further testing. In the dream, the only doctors in the world that performed that test practiced only in that town. So I went. Upon arrival, it was extremely crowded and nobody spoke English. I did manage to rent a car but then couldn't figure which roads to take to get to the clinic and so I ended up driving around lost until I ran out of gas without finding the clinic. I finally found out that the clinic was at the airport and I didn't need to drive anywhere. I woke up before I found my way back to the airport.

I had this dream again.

I had another dream that I swear it's like an alternative version of this reality.


I have a housemate I like to troll.
She lives in my sister's bedroom.

In real waking life I don't know her. But in dream, I have memories of her.

And this weird mix of drama and the creepy rpg like novel combined together.
The scenario was about some teenage couple, parting ways in some sidewalk.

Girl's parents are mad. Girl's dad is doing suspicious stuff. Etc. Etc. Girl got into trouble and is actually a hero for a secret identity.
It wasn't one of those popular ones. This one is particularly dark.
Ends up seeing girls and her allies on some meat locker, all covered in blood. Not sure how it ended there.

Stopped watching and messed around this housemate's PC. That's right, I was commiting invasions of privacy.
Not sure, I probably photoshopped something and took it with the USB.

Went elsewhere and... it's probably a school.
There was a projector and... Went and shown that picture in front of some crowd.
I dunno, the housemate looked rather worried and embarrassed.



Just who the heck is this housemate?
I know I have a taste for mischief but come on.

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I went into a small wooden building to watch a school Christmas concert. There were only about 20 chairs when I went in, and they were spread pretty far apart because of Covid. When I went to sit down there were suddenly hundreds of chairs, attached together like at the cinema. No matter where I sat, people would come sit right next to me even though there were empty chairs in other rows. The people around me had big winter coats and hoods, so they were oversized for the small cinema-style seats and their coats kept touching me. I moved all around but couldn't find a place alone. Also there were clear sightlines to the concert singers, but no matter where I went something was obstructing my vision. Poles or big signs would appear out of nowhere and I couldn't see, but when I looked around the room as a whole there weren't any poles or signs to block my sight.

My daughter and nephew were singing in the choir but I was so annoyed by the people in big coats, and the inexplicably poor sight lines, I was almost crying.

I finally found a seat that I liked. It was like those big hair dryer helmets in hair salons, but turned upside down like a toilet shape? It was purple. I sat on the rim of the seat / hair dryer helmet, and I was wondering if I could manage to pee without anyone hearing me.

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A young friend of the family aged 25 came to my house and ushered me into the bathroom, which looked like the Brady Brunch bathroom. She told me that she was pregnant and just found out, but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone yet.

Now I'm wondering if that one will come true.