What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Recently, I dreamt that Simon Cowell turned into a baby girl like Maggie from the Simpsons and plead to be turned back with a high pitched voice as part of some Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode. I don't even watch American Idol or whatever he may be on now.
Now that I think about, if I think about, I can tell you guys quite a few crazy stuff I've dreamt over the years. I usually dream about some eerie, vast parody of home or school or nightmares about androids (despite my icon) where I would try to look away or wake up before the "reveal." If what memory I have is correct, I'm pretty sure the "treehouse of horror episode" had a "person sparking and skin melting off to reveal freaky robot parts with malfunctioning computer sounds" coming.

I love it when I get flying dreams or those dreams where you know you're dreaming but not the scary ones. Sometimes even when I'm not asleep the inside of my head is full of images like there's a big television in there, now that's really cool, it's as though my eyes are open but on the inside.

i dreamt that i was back in high school, and that i was in a classroom [where "english history" was being taught] where herman cain [the pol] was the teacher, only thing was his nametag said his name in this dream was vaughn cainard- and he was a bit taller and slimmer and lighter-skinned and had more of a rex-harrison-like professorial vibe. but his voice was the same and those creepy eyes were the same. but unlike in real life, in my dream he was an ok guy, and when i lost the key to the lavatory he didn't get mad at me. in my dream the lavatory was locked up, and just before the end of the school day i got the key and went to the lavatory as i had a full bladder, and just then the end of the day bell rang, so i forgot to go back to return the key, i just went home. i got up the next day [in the dream] and noticed to my horror that the lavatory key was in my pocket, attached to a big red plastic keyfob the shape of a small paddle, with "RESTROOM" stencilled upon it. i went to that classroom and as i pulled out the key to give back to mr. cainard, i noticed that now there were two keys attached to the fob. i gave 'em both back to cainard, and he didn't make any fuss over them being gone overnight. then i went to my seat but i noticed straightaway that my bladder was painfully distended, and i wished i had gone to the bathroom before turning in the damned key. then i awoke and relieved myself.

i dreamt that i was in a supermarket, and i was in the condiment aisle, and up on the shelf i noticed a yellow package with a red bold quasi-asian typeface on it which spelled out, "bruce lee MP3 meat" with the words "powdered sauce mix" underneath. in the ingredients, i made out [among many] "sugar, dehydrated water [!], dehydrated mystery meat." a fellow shopper next to me saw the package i was holding and asked me, "ya know, i haven't heard from that guy for decades now, what do you suppose happened to him, anyway?" to which i replied he was long dead due to mysterious circumstances, and i used the term "deep-sixed" to refer to bruce lee's untimely death. at that point i awoke.

i was in a music store, and there was this audio system playing a hifi recording of a drum set being put through its paces by a pro- and the speakers through which i was listening to it, had an interesting property- there were six speaker drivers on each speaker cabinet, and on the top left driver of each, i could hear the sound of just the hihat, and on the right top driver i could hear just the cymbals and snare wires. on the 2nd from the top driver, i could hear the snare drum minus the snare wires. on the 3rd from the bottom driver i could hear the tenor drum and the tenor drum only, and on the 2nd from the bottom driver i could hear the floor tom, and on the very bottom driver i could hear the kick drum. then i awoke.

i had yet another dream where i was picking up big shiny coins off of the ground, while some other guy was watching me and tut-tutting me. he was probably jealous of my good fortune and raining on my parade. when i awoke, only then did i realize that i should've shared half of it with him.

I dreamed I was at a hospital. I was going to have some kind of procedure done. I got told to go to room 2 something something something, so I wandered around looking on doors for this number. Then someone revealed that it was in the roof, and unfurled a rope and wood ladder to get there. So I go up the ladder, but at the top, the entrance is just a slit and my head can't fit through, though I do try, it's almost big enough. So I start coming down the ladder again, and everyone seems to look really sort of embarrassed and sorry for me that my head was too big to permit entry to the ceiling room. Then a doctor talks to me about some stuff and then I woke up.

I keep trying to kill myself in my dreams but failing to die because it's a dream.

Last night was just a big montage of me trying to kill myself in many different ways.

Last week, I dreamt that I was on this incredibly fast bus driving through a large park. The park was full of brightly painted gravestones - huge angels in red and gold. I then saw my boyfriend in a different seat with a new girlfriend, a beautiful black woman. I try to kill myself and wake up.

I also keep dreaming of airy, whitewashed places in the Mediterranean/North Africa. Mazes of whitewashed buildings and dry, scrubby landscape.

I keep dreaming of haunted stately homes and castles, where I also keep trying to kill myself. One was an Elizabethan manor house and the other was this huge, badly finished concrete castle built with Assyrian decorations. I the Elizabethan manor, I kept seeing ghosts and feeling their painful presence. It drove me to insanity amongst the most beautiful furnishings.

I dreamt I was an investigator, with a partner with whom I was close. One day there came a woman, inserting herself into my place when I looked away. Though she looked and acted nothing like me, no one noticed that she was not me, and before long I found myself being chased away from my own desk. I ran through hidden streets and rooms, finding those who knew me to tell them what was happening, but no one listened. Soon, I found myself outside my office, watching through a window as she and my partner worked and laughed.

I had a dream that I became a co-owner of a gay bar. There were files on every customer and employee, so to be responsible I started going through them. I came across one for a friend of mine with some very personal information of mine in it. The conclusions drawn in the file were quite out there and somewhat paranoid.

Curious, I went to my file and none of it was there. My file only had the usual stuff.

I confronted two of the other owners, and then my dream changed before they could explain themselves.

i had a wp dream. mxh referred to me in a thread by my full name (with the last half of my surname missing but you could still guess what it was) and the next post was lex saying he shouldnt address me by my full name, and should instead use my full initials, which she then gave. i was like huhhhO: and pm-ed him to take it down. he said he must have been hacked, and that that happens a lot because he has a lifetime entitlement to as much free popcorn as he wants every time he goes to the cinema, and lots of people are after it

Friday night, I had a dream I was in an apartment that had different elements (colors, architectural features, furniture, etc.) from all the various apartments I've rented. It was sort of a hybrid of everywhere I've lived over the last ten years or more. I turned around and noticed (apparently for the first time) a shelving unit inset into a wall that had a bunch of houseplants sitting on it that I recognized as ones I'd had years ago, but had either killed or let die. I thought, "Oh, they didn't die, I just hadn't realized they were still here." Then, I woke up.

I recently started therapy for the first time and I'd had my second session the evening before. So, I think it might be related to that? It symbolized me rediscovering things from my past, I'm guessing?