What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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^^^yes, people can be very illogical.

Sort of a nightmare, after the Coronavirus became news. I was driving by a retirement home and see a rustic coffin rested against the wall vertically. For some reason I decided to stop by. An old lady had died. The ceremony was very fancy but the coffin looked like something someone had put together in a garage in an hour. There was a sense of loss associated with funerals and a feeling of how absurd and bizarre is it is to lock a dead body in a creepy wooden box before putting them in the ground. It's as if the funeral ceremony contributes 75% of the disgust associated with death.

^^^what do you think that dream is telling you? that you are ready to put something in your waking life "to rest"?

I had a dream involving things I've been watching (news specials and documentaries on gangs).

i dreamt i was involved as a press agent with a 3rd political party, and some old salt [navy veteran], gray-haired with a 5 o'clock gray shadow beard, was up on a lectern expounding on his political philosophy, with his vice presidential pick standing behind him to his left, the setting was a church with blond wood panelling and a sparse crowd in the pews, then all of a sudden the candidate keeled over behind the lecturn into the arms of his Veep, from a stroke. the candidate was attended to by medics while the Veep addressed the crowd saying he was ready to carry on the work.

I dreamt that I was trapped in a sex trafficking ring. There were several men, perhaps 3-4 and 5-6 ladies. One of the men grabbed one of the ladies and lead her away and I recall thinking to myself that he was in collusion with the sex traffickers. Later something happened and I got the feeling it would be a good time to escape so I scooped up one of the smaller ladies and put her on my shoulder and grabbed another by her hand pulling her with me and I told her to run. She took off running in front of me and a little later I looked up and saw a helicopter which looked like it was painted like the local police helicopters so I started waving it down. The helicopter swooped down and landed so I ran up and placed the lady on my shoulder inside the helicopter and ran off to catch up to the other lady. Once I caught up I told her the helicopter was there to save us so we went back to it. Once we got there I told the pilot there were others that needed help and gave him a description of the guy that seemed to be working with the sex traffickers, though I recall the description was hazy so I hoped they would still be able to find him.

I dreamed that I had been dating my ex for the past twenty years (in reality we broke up in 2002 but we are still very good friends). He's gay, but in the dream he wasn't gay. In the dream we were together dating continuously from the 1990's until now, but then he abruptly left me for another woman.

I was devastated and trying to get psychological counselling from my trauma therapist but I couldn't, because of Coronavirus. I was on waitlists to speak to new therapists I'd never met before, who were willing to do telephone counselling. I finally got in touch with two female counsellors who were so upset about my situation they both started to cry over the phone. My (ex) bf was there and trying to help me stop crying, but I was so hurt I couldn't hear his words -- only my tears. This was a two part dream. I woke for about an hour and when I went back to sleep the dream continued, but I can't remember the second part at all. I know it didn't have a happy ending.

I think the dream happened because I posted Queen's "Love of My Life" before falling asleep.

It's weird because I didn't post it with him in mind at all, but somehow he was in my subconscious.

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It was a very long and detailed dream. I would have posted it earlier to have it out of my system but I didnt have peace and quiet enough
to think. Now I forgot much of the details




I was in Makkah and Madinah and it was a university I was staying at there.

I was peeved because they werent improving things about the university.

I was looking after kids and one of them was lost.

I was sent to different locations to search for the kid found Her and had to help her.. She wanted a book and it was hard to know where to go. No maps etc.. Just word of mouth..
I
spoke to people lookibg for someone to help. Most people spoke Arabic and the system was very inconvenient..it was all about knowing people to get to other people..nobody went out of their way and you just had to run around around the cities .endless circles.
It was very odd and surreal.
I gave advice to someone about a Caterpillar (??) And they didnt listen to me.

There were lots of riddles to solve and games that took logic in strange ways just to cross into an area.

I was trying to tell a boy how to improve the system based on what I saw in other countries. They could make apps with map and guides designated at service desks ... Translate things into other languages...improve the layout of the university...etc

I had to keep going round looking for books and children.

It reminded me of the feeling of being an outsider in such a closed society and not being heard and feeling lost.

Going to college with sam gardner and dressing like him.

I dreamt that i was in a classroom with an arabic (?) woman who was also interested in perfume and high end cosmetics. We then bought a chanel cosmetic set. My obsession is getting out of hand