What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I dreamed last night that my girlfriend somehow was given a bunch of gold. Nice neat stacks of Mexican 2 peso coins and quarter ounce eagles. I remember whipping out a calculator and figuring that there was about $20,000 there.

Wouldn't that be nice. I'd s**t myself out of sheer excitement!

I was running away through the labyrinth house -a big ole Victorian that is a never-ending internal maze- that is always in my dreams. I'm quite sure the house is a "physical" manifestation of my mind itself. I was being chased by this woman, I kept trying to climb up these hidden sections within the walls that led ever higher within the house (imagine a children's play place but made of Victorian architecture.) I was on my way towards the attic when she caught up with me once, she touched me and my teeth began to fall out. I let loose a silent scream and darted faster away from her, plunging into the unknown territories of the maze house, still desperately searching out the attic (a large room that overlooks much of the house, looks strangely like a loft.) As I continued to move more and more of my teeth began to fall from mouth till I was left with nothing but empty gums. Finally, I gave up running as I knew I was so lost that I could not find myself, so neither could the woman. I sat down and started bawling, rocking myself to and fro in a desperate attempt to calm my shattered resolve.

I know there was more before and after that bit, but right now, that is what sticks out the most.

i was sitting on a patio table & chairs set with hebane, moog, ten and the guy who used to present The Crystal Maze. (Google tells me his name is richard). Richard had this fancy touch screen gadget with a map of the uk showing and we were all zooming in on where we lived but i cant remember why. moogs town had a really funny name, something like Bombobomiacheich and i laughed and spent a good minute or two trying to pronounce it, before realising everyone else was silent and thought my english skills were inadequate. Then we went to a big hill nearby, because ten needed to collect his homework from a special dropoff point; henbane was going to spellcheck it for him. on the way back to our patio table i saw a yorkshire pudding hanging from a tree/bush by a piece of string, i said to moog that that must be why he had randomly blurted out 'yorkshire pudding' earlier, because he had subsconsciously seen the pudding there. he said that he had infact said 'sausage roll' not yorkshire pudding. oright.

i always have lots of dreams when i get a lie-in (:

The pope was doing a Llama.. 0.o

I had a dream that I was at the Christmas party last night and my outgoing nature got in the way of my eating the food and I couldn't stop myself from talking. By the end of the party, I talked to everybody who was inside my clubhouse for the party and I was driving everybody crazy by the end.

I murdered someone.

I fell.

Yeah, I don't remember my dreams.

I was married to a world-famous composer, and she was telling me how proud she was that I had done so well in the real world.

I had a dream last night, or I should say earlier this afternoon, as my sleeping patterns are bonkers.

I was in a shop wanting to buy clothes, but all the clothes were really awful. I somehow got the attention of two of the staff (one of whom was Tim Wonnacott from BBC antique shows) and they seemed mad keen to make me happy, started rearranging the shop and showing me racks of stuff, but I still wasn't impressed. One of them noticed my nervousness (I hate going in shops, it used to be a phobia) and was very sympathetic. Then they started lining up desks with all these games machines on, old consoles and computers.

Finally they found me a paint set and it had these kind of 'claw' brushes, which I attached to my fingers, a different colour brush stuck to the end of each finger. I started painting on this huge white canvas on the floor. Tim was back and he had already started the painting, we did it together. The canvas was ridiculously wet, with loads of blue paint at the top, as if we were perhaps paining a sky. I simply traced patterns in the wet blue paint, it was so wet I was just pushing it around, making patches of heavier and lighter colour to make contrasting blue and white streaks and shapes. We started talking about Degas, and then I woke up.

I get vampire dreams quite often, they're a bit scary mind.

I am obsessed with Steve Jobs and because of that my last dream was about me and my few family members going to his house and me talking to him and making up my mind how i would ask money from him(strange huh?) and my youngest sister was flirting with his bodyguard(he doesn't even have one)

i dreamt i was in my late parents' old house, and they were there but appearing as they were in their 30s. my dad was slender and wearing a t-shirt and boxer undershorts and long black socks, my mom was wearing her favorite light summer dress from decades ago, and she cooked me some waffles that were like a carnival on a plate, they were so full-bodied and meaty and delicious, i asked her how she made 'em, and she told me she cooked 'em with "prize-winning flour." they were brown like fried spam, and a bit oily. in the middle of my meal, my dad decided to drop trou and squat on a toilet that was incongruously located next to the range, and he stank up the kitchen, to my mother's disgust- she was yelling "k-sai! k-sai!" [japanese for "it stinks! it stinks!"] and berating my dad for stinking up the kitchen with his bowel bombs.