What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Dreamt about watching someone work at a restaurant . And thought about how I would be bad at working at a restaurant. Hot and cold. Loud. Angry customers. Standing up. Heavy boxes. "Service dogs". Dirty. tempting free food

I was working in a pizza parlor with an assortment of humans.

My car was driving itself down the highway; I couldn’t control it.

I had a dream not long ago that I saw all of my beautiful pets that I had throughout my life. I don't have any indoor pets now, but I still feed feral cats.

My last dream was weird and it was very vivid. I don't usually dream about real-life scenarios. Although I usually have vivid dreams all the time, I'm unable to control them.

I was a spherical ball that couldn't stop jumping down and up, up and down, going and coming in a spiral. I was a brown ball, and a wooden one, how do you explain that? For some reason, I believed that I wouldn't be able to become a human again, and would be trapped in this building in the middle of nowhere endlessly going up and down. Out of nowhere, came a kid with a baseball bat. The kid used his baseball bat to play with me, although there wasn't anyone there but the two of us. There was a window out there. He carelessly played with me, so I went towards the window, and broke it, and flew down. As I fell down, I though it would be destroyed by the increasing speed, and the building seemed so immensely tall, but I ended going inside another building, breaking through the window, and breaking a mirror inside. The people inside the building became scared, so they called the baseball kid that caused the incident to pay the fees, and he appeared before me, to take me again to the building, but I woke up at that time.

I was with a group of people being held captive in something like an amusement park. Our captors were looking for a particular device which would give them "control". I was holding a small device that looked like a square walkie-talkie radio with yellow buttons. I muttered something to the woman next to me and she shushed me out of concern. I pressed one of the buttons on the device and it started a ride that looked like a conveyor-belt. This spooked our captors and they went looking for the source of the activity. I pressed the button again and shutters closed behind them.

The middle part is fuzzy, and I don't remember much of it. Later, I had discovered that this device could control everything - physics, magic, whatever - and I was using it to avoid people, their questions, and social obligations. At one point, I was being followed by a small group of people and used the device to create a door in a wall, go though it, and lock it behind me. Once inside, I remember being very specific in the verbal commands I was now giving the device, because I was cautious about it being like the stereotypical mischeivous genie scenario.

On emerging, I was confronted by the same woman as earlier in the dream. Not a violent or rambunctious confrontation, it was to say she was disappointed in what I chose to do with the device. Then she left. I spent some time pondering her words then flew straight up and crashed through the glass dome which encapsulated the complex of gardens and plazas I was apparently in. I looked down on it then woke up.

... I know I had briefly thought about genie-precision earlier in the day, but have no idea where the rest of that came from. And it always seems to be the same woman.

I was looking through two large boxes of things I kept from my 20s. I pulled out a painting of a Union Jack with things of Scotland and England and taped it onto the wall of the room that I was in. I kept admiring the painting as I was looking at my artefacts reminiscent of Swinging London and Carnaby Street. I went to the washroom and when I got back, I noticed that the painting was painted over, but the paint was completely dry. I pulled out a German helmet, a Lederhosen hat and a huge German flag. I looked at my parents and everyone else in my immediate family and said, "Who painted over my Union Jack? Someone's playing a prank on me!" I quizzed each person on the painted over Union Jack painting and everyone told me they didn't paint over it. I could even see the brush strokes of the flag under the newly painted but dry image of trees in the fall.

Dreamt about the friend that drank coffee with me yesterday

I don't like mice, but I picked out a nice brown and white mouse to get as a pet. Then I accidentally dropped it into hot gravy, and I couldn't get it out fast enough because time slowed down. By the time I got it out, it was cooked and it had gone orange and crunchy, but was still alive. I felt horrible. This happened in a party shop.

Then someone I didn't know tried to send me a message using a roadworks sign, but they spelled my name wrong. I wanted to reply, but I didn't know how to.

I read a newspaper article about somebody from Spain. (Nobody famous, but the person's picture resembled tennis player Juan Carlos Ferrero when he was a teenager. Yes, I've seen pictures. He had blond hair when he was a kid. He was really cute.)

i dreamt i was in another part of the college with the military ROTC people, in this dream i was an army reservist, rank of E6/Staff Sergeant, only i still had my present-day ponytail and unmilitary bearing, and my commanding officer [a younger version of my real life army C.O.] walked into the room and said "the blanket has been thrown! (dream language for "the balloon went up!") get your asses in gear NOW, ASAP!" and we were all hurriedly rushing off to stuff our duffle bags and get ready, and since in real life i was only an E4/Spec. 4, i was amazed to see an orderly hand me my hospital whites with E6 collar insignia on them and my name on them. he also handed me my orders which described me as a staff sergeant, along with those of my barracks mates [Sergeant First Class Amos and Sergeant Bates] who were E7 and E5. nobody bugged me about my ponytail and unshaven face.
then it was after the war, and i was watching it in a little movie theatre trimmed in dark red and black checked patterns on the wall and floor], upon the movie screen was one of my fellow GIs who was killed in the action, getting embalmed and prepped by the undertaker, who resembled actor Samuel Jackson wearing blond afro and whitening makeup, dressed in a showy Hollywood tuxedo but purple in color with colonel sanders-style black tie, dress the dead GI the very same way [including blond afro and white makeup], then threw the corpse face down onto a slab to be shoved into a waiting open-ended casket sitting in back of a purple hearse.

WARNING- VIOLENCE

I dreamt that the Golden State Killer somehow escaped from custody and carjacked his way up to my place out in the woods, he shot through my front door and tore it off its hinges, then glared at me a bit before emptying his pistol into me. I floated out from my corpse and promptly jumped into his body, shoving his evil spirit aside, just long enough to take control of his shooting hand, shove the pistol hard into his mouth and pull the trigger once, blowing his brains out. I experienced the pain just as if it were my body. then we both were in outer darkness, he was in utter shock and I was cussing him out left and right and in an otherworldly fury was kicking the crap out of him, i gouged out his eyes with my fingernails, tore off his ears, stomped on his face and busted it up good, obliterating his nose and crushing his teeth, then I busted his ribs and arms and hands and stomped every finger to bits, then he somehow restored himself and he jumped up and charged at me but I knocked him back down and was about to kick him some more, then some dark spirits materialized out of nowhere and accumulated around him, grabbing him by the neck and jewels and dragging him off somewhere with him screaming like a little girl. nasty. then I awoke.

Dreamt about working at a grocery store

I was driving an RV.

I was going to write a blog on, of all things, an elderly couple who were planning on getting divorced. They didn't want their names mentioned and I responded that I wouldn't even name their town. Very weird kinda dream!

Later it seemed I wanted to catch a train somewhere. It looked like a big room like a canteen but part of the train. There were plastic uncomfortable looking plastic seats placed at random. Some could revolve twice and others four times, for no reason. The lady behind the booking counter said the ones that could revolve four times were more expensive.

I was roomies with Mitt Romney.