What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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It's fascinating how we completely believe dreams are really happening while we're dreaming and for some time (to a degree) after we wake up.

There was a woman with special needs who had a 2-roomed apartment. She was sleeping in the living room and her bed filled the room making it rather awkward to move about on the scant remaining floor area. The other room was crammed full of junk, mostly porn pics of men. She said her ex had been extremely overbearing. As her therapist I was planning to lead her into discovering some very profound insights about what had really happened.
. . . .I was in my apartment. At least two policemen were there. I was holding a gun but not pointing it at them. They told me to put it down but I wouldn't because I feelt I was in the right legally. One of them drew his gun and a taser and started walking towards me. I slowly placed my gun on the ground. They'd left the apartment door open and passers-by would be able to see the police were there, which might be embarrassing, but there had been many colourful, interesting groups of people visiting my apartment that day, and the door had been open all the time, so the police presence would probably pale into insignificance compared with some of those.
. . . .Somewhere I'd heard of a bank account with a strange or silly name. Without being asked to, an AI chatbot on my computer advised me that the accoint was so fake and useless that it was barely an account at all, and recommended a different account with a similar but less strange or silly name. The names were made of two words. The first word was common to both accounts, and the second was different.

I rapidly started to lose my sanity. My visual field was tinted with an angry red and I was on the verge of checking out of my self awareness. Out of a dim corner of my mind, I knew I had to see a medical professional to help me take an emergency dose of psychiatric medication, to tranquilize me for the moment, and it was a race to do that before I lost the capacity for such purposeful action.

^^ that sounds like when I hit my berserker toggle.
The rose tinted vision is like a hazard indicator.

Wrong Planet had just changed its moderating policy so that rather than retrospectively moderating, you had to submit posts for approval. Then the moderator would do some scientific tests on you to find out how closely your body's metabolites or DNA or something resembled those of a bull. If you were close, your post would be approved.

Go figure.

I shot some red coats, with an AR-18.

Every layer of the dream confuses me and it's made worse by not remembering many of the layers anymore.

I was at some event or other with a childhood acquaintance and I got into an argument with some of the neighbours of the acquaintance. It turned out that they were gangsters and they promised to inflict harm upon me and my acquaintance.

We both went on the run, and were sat in the back seat of a car together, being driven out into the middle of nowhere to ensure our safety.

My childhood acquaintance made a call back to his home to tell his family that we were on the run, and he spoke about a particular person who I realized wasn't his parents and it turned out he had a social worker, which I didn't know about, which felt like a revelation in this dream state.

And that was it.

I dreamt I was in somebody's kitchen, some Spanish speaking person who spoke a bit of English, she was letting me sample some of her gourmet food including two flavors of dark chocolate home made ice cream, and a unique quasi-meat cutlet made from chicken and pickles that was to die for. weird thing was that I could "taste" the food even before I spooned it into my mouth!

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That would be handy for dieting and cutting the food bills. All the pleasure and none of the pain

I dreamed I was Jack Ruby in my last dream

I was sitting in a ?waiting room and 2 women in wheelchairs parked themselves so near to me that I had no room to move at all, and one of them was so placed as to threaten to squash my foot. I tried to explain the problem to her diplomatically, but she took offense. We went out of the room to sort the matter out. She was standing in front of me and facing me. Being angry, I raised my arms as if to strangle her, but switched at the last moment to putting my hands gently on either side of her head to get her to look at me as I looked into her eyes. I said something critical but also sensitive and caring that I hoped would make her understand.

I suppose it's a bit like the way I end up talking to people who have angered me. The first draft that enters my head is too abusive to get a good result, but I rephrase it into something more palatable before I say it. But in real life I'd have broken eye contact so as not to seem threatening, and I wouldn't have touched her in case she'd felt it invasive.

I dreamt that a bunch of cats were clawing my heels and it hurt like Wang.

Last night, I had the most worrying dreams I've ever had. I dreamt that the area I'm living in is being oppressed of some sort, and the neighborhood kids who trusted me showed me their sanctuary, which consists of a seemingly derelict building, like a church or factory, which is inhabited by many other people taking refuge. After exploring for a bit in order to get my bearings, the kids showed me one of the possible escape routes in case we need to evacuate. Some time later, after meeting with old friends in the haven, the evil enforcement of some sort had somehow found us, and some of the dwellers, armed with weapons in case of self-defense, helped the refugees escape. However, my mind keeps reeling with two possible outcomes. One is the enforcement got the upper-hand and keeps getting us surrounded and force us to surrender. The other is moments before that happened, like I somehow forshadowed it, asked my friends for help to accompany me to leave the haven in search of more help not affiliated with that evil organization, but who else are there? Like Aragorn from The Return of the King, I've stumbled across a malevolent looking place, and encountered a strange being challenging me to a duel, handing me a blue-colored rapier, while he wields a red one. We begin our duel, and he keeps having and advantage over me, giving me cuts (while managing to make a few at him, as well) and ridicules....that's when I woke up from an alarm from my phone, giving me a tornado warning.

TBH, because of the crap that's going on in the US, I think my dream is giving me a warning, too.

Should I be concerned about the dream I just had?

I was in a car with a couple of women and got stuck with one of the women's little boy. I left him alone in the car at night to go do something, and when I got back he wasn't there. First I went around looking for him, and then started reporting it, but no one really cared. I kept trying to find him and then said to myself "why are you bothering with this? He don't really exist, this is just a dream". And then I woke up.

I usually have nice/chill dreams or some sort of struggle. I'm aware I'm in a dream, then suddenly, even though it's a nice/chill dream or struggle dream that I know I'm dreaming, it turns into a nightmare. In the nightmare I get upset because I knew it would turn into a nightmare and can't control it... knowing very well it's a dream/nightmare. Dreams are colorful. Nightmares are black, white, and red.

I experienced some strange hallucinations, which were disturbing but I successfully told myself it was OK and I didn't freak out too much. I tried to tell my wife but she was talking to her son and I couldn't get a word in edgeways, so I rudely talked over them but they were rude back. I finally got to talk to her about the hallucinations when she was on her own, and I felt I'd managed to do that without sounding like I was making it up or being a jerk. But she only partly took me seriously.
. . .I was travelling somewhere with some woman who was showing me round the place. We returned home. She approached her house, and her young daughter came out to greet her. I thanked the woman very nicely for being my guide, saying I couldn't have done it without her help, but as I walked away I realised I'd made a social blunder by ignoring her daughter, who she must have been very close to.
. . .I went to the toilet which was at the back of a barber's shop. I used the end cubicle. The lock only just fitted the door, and the door wouldn't close properly. Somebody tried the door while I was in there. It was a female staff member with an old man who wanted to use the cubicle. I was sitting the wrong way round on the toilet which exposed me to the adjoining street through a shop front that had a large shop window. I managed to complete the task and left.
. . .I went to my home and noticed that the front door had been opened but a clever lock I'd made had stopped whoever it was from getting in. My wife and I realised it had been the landlord who was being over-zealous about the rent and had been calling round all the tenants on the due day to collect it personally. The door wouldn't close properly any more because of their attempts to open it.
. . .I was driving, or was being drive, back home, going downhill into a valley. There was a big mountain in the distance ahead. Everything looked like a hand-drawn cartoon with strange colours. It all looked very nice but it was also rather weird and unreal as if I was hallucinating.
. . .On foot, I passed the door of the place I lived. There was a sign on the door saying it was closed, though it didn't really look closed just yet, and I walked on to get a few things done. On returning, the place was completely closed up. The sign on the door was different now. My wife had written "PTO TD" at the bottom of the note. I lifted the (paper) sign and there was a message to contact her and/or one or two other people for instructions about what to do next, but I couldn't remember their contact details. I had another hallucination which was less disturbing than the earlier one had been, but it still wasn't good.

I guess that must have been all one dream, because they say you don't remember any previous dreams unless you wake up very soon after them. I could have got the order of events muddled - I just jotted down everything I could remember not long after I woke up. Once I'd started writing I was surprised how much I remembered. It felt like a bad dream and I was in a bad mood for some time after I woke, which is unusual for me. Usually after a bad dream I just feel relieved that it didn't really happen.