What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I had a floating dream. Usually I just float up to maybe treetop level, but in this one I was making it up 15 or 20 stories. What was remarkable about this floating dream is that it was in a city and one building had a sign that said "no floating -- floaters will be asked to leave".

Last night I had a dream Bernie Sanders had another heart attack and died.

I had a dream where I was in a retro-futuristic world fighting monsters in the street using a steam-powered gun alongside an ex-lover of mine.

It was cool. I like it.

I was at a house party and a good song came on. I can't remember what it was but I think it was B52s? I went into a small conservatory where some members of WP were dancing. I ended up slow dancing with someone who smelled nice. He wanted me to reach in his waistband to get something: little marbles, or pellets for a bb gun? I can't remember what they were but they were little steel things and I had my hands full.

I'll try not to analyse this too much. lol

^ sounds like a misplaced pearl necklace

^ whatever do you mean , I was talking about jewellery

You've clearly been given a lot of pearl jewellery , what about a pearl toe ring ?

My favorite shirts have pearl snap buttons.

I had a rare, for me, political dream this morning.

In the dream, Trump signed an executive order making it illegal to say negative things about him unless your ratio of positive to negative things in the same conversation or writing was at least five to one. So if you said something negative about him, you had better have five positive things to say at the same time or you could face possible fines and jail time.

That led to people in the dream criticize him in round-about ways such as "I've been told that Trump is wishy-washy and can't make up his mind, but I don't think so." That would still get you questioned by the authorities because they would want to know who told you that Trump is wishy-washy.

^^^that sounds like a nightmare to me.

i just remembered a fragment of dream, i was in my childhood house, my dad was alive as he was just before his death, very frail and gray and stooped over. i was walking down the hallway, noticed the thermostat was turned off, noticed my dad was shivering cold, so i turned it up to 67, some other guy who i'd never seen before in waking life, but who was playing the part of my older brother, turned the thermostat up to 85 before i grabbed it out of his hand and turned it back down to 67, and he exclaimed, "MAN! turn that GD thing back up, it's cold, what are you worried about?" to which i replied, "I'm the one who has to pay for this SOB!" to which my other older brother [again, somebody i'd never seen before but was playing the part of my oldest brother] looked askance at me and asked how dare i refer to our father like that, and i told him i was talking about the thermostat and the heat bill and not dad. then i awoke.

i dreamt i was in my tin can, on a dark gray day, i looked outside my bedroom window when i heard a weird groaning noise that kept happening every minute or so. on my porch i saw a stray gray cat, who was not the source of the groaning, it sounded like some creature was in the crawl space underneath my tin can, and as i was about to go out and look, some shabby man knocked on my door, i opened it and he came in and made himself at home, told me that he lived in the tin can before i moved in. said his life went to hell, wife divorced him and took the kids, and his life fell apart and he lost the tin can.

Speaking of cold, I had a dream this morning that I was at church, dressed in long sleeve western shirt, bolo tie, levis, boots, and a denim jacket and wrapped up in a warm blanket and I couldn't stop shivering because I was cold. Everyone else was warm, but I wasn't sick -- I just couldn't warm up. And then we had communion, but instead of the usual communion, there was food everywhere and we just picked what we wanted. There were rolls and loaves of bread, lunch meats of every kind, every kind of vegetable imaginable, various spreads, fruits, soups, baked potatoes, salads. (But no cheese since I can't eat it.) I made myself a submarine sandwich with a three foot loaf of bread, every slice of meat was a different meat, mustard on everything, and every sandwich vegetable imaginable. I felt warmer after eating it.