What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Your dreams sound hot.

I want to post my dreams here but I'm shy about it. I almost posted one recently but I feel kind of embarrassed and exposed posting my strange dreams that might be boring or make no sense. I dream a lot and enjoy dreaming.

Thank you - it was.

Before waking up, a bit before half past three in the night, this night, I dreamt about being some sort of inspector, in a sort of desert of some war-torn, African country. It started that I was looking for a safe place to land, with the rest of my crew (they were maybe two; one of them the pilot), without intending to land in that country. When we landed, at the plane runway we had previously observed, we realized, before even stepping out of the plane, that we were in a region controlled by a rather dangerous clan. As we stepped out, we were escorted around, as controllants, doing whatever we were doing. We realized that the situation was worse than before, now, and were noting it, but one of them found out about our negative view, which really displeased him, and he became threatening and brought me away, back to our plane, and made clear to me how displeased he was. The man was semi-dark skinned, maybe 170 cm, with a sweaty face, very shortly cut hair and about forty years old, at most. I could see that he was holding a pistol, in his other hand, as he handed me over a white telephone, with a number that he had pre-dialled for me. In the background, one of his cronies was standing guard (he had the same height as the leader, but was less fit (a bit overweight (from my point of view)), same skin tone, but possibly wore a beret, and did carry an AK-47, or similar automatic weapon). I listened in the phone and could hear a woman's voice, saying "Hello", along with "this is (her name)". I told her that I am supposed to ask her something, and asked the man, "What will I ask her?" He just said "Yes, what will you ask her?", while raising his weapon. I realized it had to be about the condition of the country, so asked her some things about that, while being quite positive about her answers (they were more positive than I would expect, too). She even told me that they have videogames, which I was extra positive to, and really let that be clear to the man standing before me, by replying extra positively to her. We then ended the conversation, and he let me know that she was his daughter, and he started crying a bit and wanted to hug me, so I reluctantly hugged him back, to act proper in the situation. I started saying "It must be difficult to have a daughter--", and wanted to continue with "in a country like this", but I stopped myself from saying it. While hugging him, the guarding man in the background pointed at something, as if to warn me a bit. Suddenly, the man I now was hugging seemed to stab me with some claw-like object, and I let go of him, thinking I would faint from it - possibly from poison. He then laughed a bit and showed me the wooden claw that he had "stabbed" me with. I understood I wasn't really harmed, and questioned, was it some sort of friendly gesture, in their culture, or was it a joke? I then asked him, very politely, if me and my crew maybe could get going, soon. Then the dream ended.

that's pretty hifalutin' keen of ya
i wish i knew who the biting "she" represented.
in the past few days i've had so many crazy dreams that went by so lickety-split, that i could only pull out fragments here and there with minimal narrative. one that stuck in my waking mind, was a star-power dream with a young george clooney wearing a business suit and wingtips, on his way to a meeting with governer brown [california], and he hitches a ride up there with me as a passenger and he in the driver's seat, in an old blue lincoln towncar, along with a flower lady in the voluminous back seat- the car has a bunch of freshly-picked daisies in it, and on the way up the grapevine we stop at a plateau with a bunch of wildflowers and a few trees on it. george gets out and picks wildflowers to add to the flower lady's collection in the already overflowing car. then i awoke.

Goodness that was enough action in my dreams to last me weeks. It was like i'd pop in from one sex dream right into another. sheesh

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I wish I knew. It could prove enlightening.

I had just crossed a train bridge. Oddly enough for me, I passed it a second before the train whizzed by.

last weird dream i had... i was at like an excavation sight digging for fossils... and i found a living demonic baby woolly mammoth... i say "demonic" because it had like an evil look on it's face

I dreamed than an alien was in my back yard, and it was probing my dog.

I was good friends with a famous guy. What he was famous for, I've no clue. Anyway, one day I went to his work to pick him up (apparently something he and I did a lot) and someone asked if they could help me. I answered with "No, just here to pick up my boyfriend." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wondered where they had come from. I pondered this as I waited for him. When he showed, we had to start running because there were hoards of news people suddenly after us. He pulled me into a unisex bathroom and walked me to a secluded corner where he asked why I had referred to him as my boyfriend and not simply my friend. I couldn't answer him, but as we talked his thoughts in word form appeared just behind him. I read what was there and became aware that he was just as confused as I was.

At that point, some lady appeared out of nowhere and we were suddenly in a small room sitting with her. She asked if she could give an interview and without waiting for our answers she told us she was a relationship counselor. She then handed us each stacks of papers in which we were to fill out. The questions were odd, and the multiple choice answers didn't fit. I grew impatient and very irritated with her and her paperwork. She then left and my friend and I were alone with these half filled out papers. He was very secretive of his answers, as was I. Neither of us ever turned them back over to the lady, though, as she had simply disappeared as if she hadn't existed.

Then my children were there and he was gone (off to work, I think) and one of them found his papers. I got curious, but didn't look. I didn't want to know, and I had a feeling whatever he had put there wasn't the whole truth anyhow.

Then I woke up.

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i dreamt i was with my sister, she made us all a picnic out in the woods in a field with distant trees and tall wheat growing, in a shady patch under some trees. we were sitting on a blue scottish patterned blanket, and we were eating a meal off paper plates, that my sister made for us all. it consisted of cat hair, pine needles, twigs, bits of charred spiny black sea urchin, and leaves which had dessicated leathery dead hummingbirds stuck to the backs of 'em. i was thinking, "how am i gonna actually EAT this stuff?" then suddently the scene changes to the kitchen of a decades-long-gone house we lived in as children, and my sister baked a humongous white-frosted cake sitting atop the refrigerator, with an equally giant aluminum cake cover atop it, and she asks me to reach up there and move the cover so that it sits cocked at a jaunty angle atop the cake, and i do so. then suddenly my late mother shows up, looking as she did in 1969, and tells me she planned the picnic and cake and had my sister carry it out. then just as quickly as she appeared, the whole kitchen disappears and suddenly i'm in king henry VIII's royal bed chamber, and i see resting atop the royal bed, a pie tin in which my late mother's charred sea urchins were sitting inside. then one of the black furry bits morphs into a black stick figure, which wields a broom and starts sweeping a diagonal zigzag path back and forth within the pie tin. then another black stick figure materializes with a long sword and beckons to the other stick figure to quickly come over and kneel before him, which he does, and then the 2nd stick figure raises his sword to decapitate the first stick figure but before that happens, a royal delivery man shows up in the bed chamber, with a red-draped gold-gilded cart with new royal furniture atop it- and he tells the 2nd stick figure to cease and desist, which he does. then king henry VIII appears in the doorway dressed in red velvet tunic and gilded brown jodhpurs, barefoot- at which point the royal delivery person tells him all about his family troubles, to which henry suggests the man stay around in his castle for a while, he'll straighten things out for the man, to which the delivery man agrees. then i awoke.

I was a young animal roaming about the midnight desert of north New Mexico. I was in the backyard of my human youth, and prowled as a mountain lioness by the elm tree. The night felt peaceful, as I found a deformed rabbit to rip apart. Happily, I leapt in and grabbed my pray. I tore the little corpse about with my paws, and felt happy as the beautiful blood splattered everywhere around me. The blood felt like sweet bouquets of flowers to me, and the little creature died quietly, and willingly. I nibbled the meat when suddenly I sensed this other, more powerful lion on the prowl. It was a double gendered feline, 2/3 girl, and 1/3 male.

I could see her with thick, deadly lion paws, empty, hungry black eyes, and red and black strips on its head. She wasn’t there, but I could feel her watching me as she lay down on all fours comfortably. I knew she would eat and kill me. I had to survive, and had carefully, quietly left the bunny corpse there, forgetting it existed. I could feel her hungry stare move down my tasty looking spine as I nervously searched for my home. I entered the house I grew up in as a child, and lay down on the floor, feeling the threat was after me, but I was safer here. I then had the awful feeling that my sister and her dog were being attacked by the brown and red/black lioness, but I heard no screams at all.

It took me a few moments after I woke up to get back to reality. I haven’t dreamt about or felt like my sister was being eaten alive since I was four years old or so. She’s been fine all along, and we get along great.

i had the strangest dream- i dreamt my father came back from the dead, driving a shiny snow-white caddilac DHS with cordovan leather and wood-panelled interior, very nice. anyways, he collected me and my oldest brother and through the air we floated "magic carpet ride" style. he took us to some other dimension of earth, and we parked in front of this hotel restaurant that he liked, it was in the very lower rungs of what is known as heaven, or what the mormons would call "the telestial realm" - we got out of the car and piled into the place, and the head waitress [who was also the manager] didn't care for us sitting in a window seat, so she made us get up and move to the back next to the bathrooms and kitchen, into a little cubbyhole on a slanted floor and crummy stools for seating, and i tried to sit down but the slanted floor meant that i had to lean forward to eat my meal [which was hidden under the table on a slide-out panel]. at that point my dad evaporated someplace. the food was good, it was all meat [fish, beef, turkey, all the kinds of meat] all done perfectly. but i couldn't concentrate on the meal 'cause of the crappy seating which caused me to keep sliding backwards off of my stool. so i complained about it to the head waitress who moved us back there in the first place, and she yelled at me, "you are NOT aspie! you are nothing like ANY aspies i've ever known! my SON is aspie and you are NOTHING like HIM!" at that point i tried to figure out what to do, i couldn't figure out who to write the complaint letter to. then i awoke.

I dreamed I was a robot from space. I was just moseying around down here on earth when I was attacked by a bunch of soldiers and tanks and stuff, luckily I was impervious to their weapons. So I was annoyed, and I went to this government building and started smashing it up with my bare metal hands. I was just getting into systematically smashing up one wing, when I broke throught the wall, and I realised it was a creche/children's area, so I started picking the kids up and transferring them somewhere safe.

^^^
you are a strong and angry outsider who is ready to tear the place apart, but still you remember to be compassionate.

i dreamt that i was staring at myself from outside of myself, and i noticed that almost all my hair ['cept for a few straggling strands] had fallen out of my head. i was mortified, then at that point it started growing back- first on one side then on the other, and with a sigh of relief i went outside to face the world. i went to this strange store that was like a goodwill store, a large one like the flagship store in seattle, for example. strange thing was, one half of the place was also an ethnic food restaurant, and everything was in red and black lace, on the walls/ceiling/floor. for some reason i kept going back and forth through the very narrow kitchen, dodging the cooks [all of whom were wearing street clothes, hoodies and jeans] who were making a variety of food, and sampling some of it as well- one of the cooks was eating fried white-frosted angelfood minidonuts out of the pan. she must've had excellent metabolism because she was athletically built. anyways, when i wasn't squeezing through the kitchen, i was picking up chocolate kisses off the floor and putting 'em in my shopping bag. i spotted an old audio cassette of paul anka and his song "the times of your life" and trying to decide whether to pick that up or a book next to it whose subject escapes me now. then i awoke.

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