What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Oh man I think your brain fell out

Welcome to my world

i dreamt i was with my sweetie at my old shrink's new office, in waking life he passed away decades ago but here he was, looking wizened and mellowed, somewhat shorter than he was while he was alive, reminding me much of david attenborough the actor. i asked him how life treated him in the intervening decades and he said he was doin' alright, much like the marine he was when he was young. in this dream i had an inkling that something was not right about this, but i never concluded that he was way too old to be still alive and interacting with me now.

Dream of going to to the store to buy some socks.

All the sock they had were wrapped in plastic. Not wrapped in plastic for sale, but wrapped in plastic for wearing. According to the store personnel it was a new law that had just gone into effect -- any and all clothes that you bought had to either be made of plastic or have a plastic shell around the cloth.

Also, the government outlawed the selling of pairs of socks -- you had to buy each sock individually.

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That supports my theory that dreams are often a parody of real life. I can just about imagine them doing something as stupid and horrible as that. Especially the compulsory plastic thing because of lobbying from the plastics industry.

Two more travelling-goes-wrong dreams, first from the night before last:

I was at ?Heathrow travelling from the UK to the USA, but couldn't find my bank cards to buy plane tickets. The place was so crowded that there wasn't anywhere convenient to sit down and have a good look for the cards, so all I'd managed was a rather hurried search for them a couple of times, which had turned up nothing. I heard somebody say something about an announcement that some cash had been handed in to the staff as lost property, but I figured that was irrelevant because my problem was lost cards, and I reckoned my cash was still in my laptop case where it should be, and there probably wasn't enough to buy the ticket anyway, as that would be about £100 and I'd only got about £75.

The really weird thing about that is the idea of getting a transatlantic plane flight for £100. Fat chance.

And I had this one last night:
I was to go on a long journey and instead of going alone like I usually do, somebody had made it so that a whole group of us would travel together. But that somebody organised the thing in a way that disrupted my usual ways of preparing, and as the departure time approached they'd had us all hanging about for the entire evening and I hadn't been able to pack my bags. At the train station the leaders were trying to figure out what to do about either this or some other problem they'd got. I remarked in a loud voice that if I'd been travelling alone then I'd have got everything done properly, and then I wondered whether I'd be criticised for further demoralising the group while they were in difficulty.
We were on the train and it stopped out in the wilds. My male travelling companion got off and started to eat a wild herb that was growing by the side of the railway track. I'd also got off to see what he was doing. He mentioned to me enthusiastically how healthy the herb was. As I went back to the train, I saw a long line of policemen walking along some external walkway that ran along the length of the train, coming towards where we'd been sitting in the end carriage. I said something to my companion in a loud voice, to warn him that the police were there, and hoped that the police wouldn't realise I'd tipped him off.

So now wild herbs are illegal? It was only chervil or something. Oh well, if they can outlaw pairs of socks.......

I'm getting fed up of these bad travelling dreams.

I dreamt that I was on stage in a play with the late gospel singer and actress Mahalia Jackson, she was in a red satin ball gown, form-fitting. she had just arrived from a gala event elsewhere in NYC, and came late to the premiere of her own musical play. she went backstage and came back a few minutes later in costume [draped over her ball gown] of a crippled bent-over old lady in desperate need of back surgery from a shady semi-deformed medico character who looked like a cross between "Porgy" and "Sportin' Life" of "Porgy and Bess." the medico laid out some well-used surgical instruments atop a drop cloth draped over a big wooden crate, and discussed the payment options with Mahalia's character and some other dude, while I was standing a few feet away in a "theatre in the round" setup.

I had a dream about a homeless guy who kept banging on apartment doors hoping to find a beautiful woman to sing Abba songs with. He found someone to sing along with and I joined in.

Three minutes later, I phoned my mum and asked if I could come over for Mother's Day and she said no because of health reasons.