What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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dreamt I was in a hospital, waiting in long line to be seen at clinic, then hastily told I have to go across to the other side and get blood work drawn before I can be seen, and by the time I got back the line was gone and the last person long ago seen and I went up to the counter and talked to the doctor who was mad at me, told him sorry but I seem to be the last one, and he gave me some lip and told me, "I can't see you today, come back tomorrow!" and cut away in a huff. I remember being miffed at him in the dream, and how I was gonna complain about him to his superiors. then the dream segued into me in my childhood house in the kitchen with my mom as she was then. we were watching tv, and I drank a bit of chocolate milk, then I noticed a bit of chocolate milk in a mixing bowl with a bunch of butter sticks in it, so I poured some chocolate milk into the butter, then noticed that is probably not what mom had in mind and apologized to her for that. she said that it was alright, that she needed chocolate milk in there anyways, and told me several times that without butter, we'd all die. and in confusion I relied, "BUh-euhr?" [like how a Scotsman would say the word]. then I awoke.

^ You clearly need to eat more butter. Or BUH-euhr. However you want to say it.

I had to travel with someone. We were in an industrial area. I said "let's take the route that goes by the horses that are in the field". There were two fields with horses. One had regular horses and the other field had horses that were life-size my little ponies that were all pink and sparkly. I stood there, wanting to see the horses, but really I was using the horses as an excuse to avoid using a route I did not want to take.

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To see a horse in your dream symbolizes strength, power, endurance, and virility. It also represents a strong, physical energy. You need to tame the wild forces within. The dream may also be a pun that you are "horsing around". Alternatively, to see a horse in your dream indicates that you need to be less arrogant and "get off your high horse". To see a black or dark horse in your dream signifies mystery, wildness, and the unknown. You are taking a chance or a gamble at some unknown situation. It may even refer to occult forces. If the horse is white, then it signifies purity, prosperity and good fortunes. Pink horses represent love, joy, sweetness, happiness, affection and kindness. Being in love or healing through love is also implied with the color pink. Alternatively, the color implies immaturity or weakness, especially when it comes to love. If you dislike the color pink, then it may stem from issues of dependency or problems with your parents.

AuntBlabby: That's interesting. The one set of horses were brown and black. I think "mystery, wildness, and the unknown. You are taking a chance or a gamble at some unknown situation." really matches the feeling in the dream. I think it refers to my impending move in a couple of years.

I think the pink, sparkly my little ponies have to do with my not wanting to deal with the change of moving, the real work and unpleasantness of moving. I'd rather play.

I love the color pink. One of my first memories was looking at a pink flower and being taken aback by the incredible beauty of the color.

naturalplastic: you are spot-on. I am avoiding some noisome tasks. The horses could be a positive spin on moving by way of checking out alternatives and I am definitely in a rut.

I dreamt I was in my tin can of a place but my mother was alive and living with me, and some cute little critter like a cross between a squirrel and a ferret wanted inside, so I let it inside and fed it. then it got nasty and started screeching and biting my hand so I tossed it outside, which upset my mother because i didn't ask her before I tossed the critter outside. my hand was bleeding from all the bite puncture wounds and scratches and was smarting a bit. I hopped in the shower and washed it off as best i could, squeezing the blood out of the wounds then applying disinfectant/antiseptic soap and hoping for the best. then I ate some chocolate peanut butter for breakfast, then I got out of the house and ended up at a little college where I walked into a classroom where somebody was projecting a movie upon a small screen in front of the room, it was a documentary about the making of kinescopes. I noted that although the kinescopes were generally black and white, the documentary was in color but a bit dimly projected like the bulb was too small or something like that. there was also a larger screen on the side of the classroom that was projecting a different aspect of the documentary sorta like a sidebar. then I got up out of my seat and crossed the room and squeezed between a desk and that side screen and accidentally bumped into it, leaving a smudge about the size of a sheet of paper. nobody but my friends [incongruously my real life aspie meetup group] razzed me about leaving the stain and told me to inspect my left buttock of my pants and found to my amazement a large lump of chocolate peanut butter that I had only a vague idea of how it got there, must've been due to my fall while eating it for breakfast earlier in the day, that critter bite took more out of me than I was aware. then I threw the glob into the trash but noticed there was an uneaten chocolate cream cake sitting atop the trash pile also and I sorely was tempted to dig my hand into it and grab a chunk. but before I could do that the dream segued into me being in Russia of all places! I was in an airporter van somewhere on the outskirts of Moscow in an exurb someplace that was wooded, very rural, no traffic sounds, just the odd car now and then. I was dropped off at the slightly dilapidated dacha of none other than Mikhail Gorbachev who civilly but coolly invited me inside. I went to his bathroom to inspect my hand would and breathed a small sigh of relief it was healing ok. then I sat down in a somewhat cramped [full of chairs and black and gray boxes] hallway next to his kitchen, and Mikhail also sat down next to me, then I asked him, "sir, can you tell me what you think about..." before being cut off by Mikhail [who was dressed in black fuzzy sweat clothing with a gray shirt visible underneath] who somewhat curtly said to me, "only friends ask friends those types of questions, we are not friends." so I apologized naively to him and he said "that's all right." then we started chatting about world peace and various nations' operations in that matter. at that point some men and women, all dressed in identical nondescript black pullovers and trousers and with black long-haired wigs and guy fawkes makeup walked inside the room. he gave them a brief acknowledging glance then we went into Mikhail's bedroom where he stripped and lied naked on his large bed while a nurse of some kind gave him medical attention, I noticed he had a shriveled deformed willie, and that also his famous trademark red birthmark on his forehead was desaturated to a pale pinkish/gray. then he dressed and we went back to the kitchen entrance where he bid me adieu as he had to give a tour to the black-dressed people. then I went outside and got back inside the airporter waiting for the driver to show up to drive me back to the airport. in the meantime I saw an odd mail-delivery vehicle with a large shiny bare-metal chute atop the roof. then I awoke.

My last weird one was kind of an adventure thing. There were aliens which were friendly and looked like people but had blue lightning on them all the time, and some of them were just a head on a floating device. They started attacking humans and I was one of the people who had to try to stop them. I was working on a machine which would stop them while other people were putting things up on the walls (probably panels to reflect the signal from the machine). I was about to start the machine when they came in and started shooting, but I got the machine on and I woke up before I saw what it did.

^^^
sounds like a fun dream!
i dreamt i was on this train that went into another dimension, i was in there by myself with a conductor in the next car. all was dark outside the windows and the train went at a great clip, but felt like the land and track it was on was very rough, if it indeed was still on the tracks. i was seated at a table in the dining car and i noticed that things like napkins and placeholders were sliding around the table in a somewhat queasy-inducing fashion. that feeling soon went away and soon it was light inside [but still dark outside the windows but now the shades were drawn] and there were other passengers in the dining car and the waiters were handing out menus to customers only they would float in the air for a few seconds before landing in the hands of hungry train passengers. then i found myself eating a delicious but notably dry meal, and the other passengers were toasting the chef who prepared it who was sitting down and eating also. next thing i knew i was in some room with a tame doe, and she had imprinted on me and was following me around and begging me to pet her, scratch her jowls and around her ears, and was sighing contentedly. then the deer's owner showed up and said she was a most unusual deer. then i found myself on gilligan's island along with the skipper and all the rest. he was having an identity crisis and felt bad about wasting his passenger's time trapped on that island so he miraculously fixed up his wrecked u.s.s. minnow boat and hauled them all back to LA, where he got together with officer gunther toody from "car 54, where are you?" and became a team of travelling crime-fighting ER physicians!

what I can remember, is that I had huge hair, like a giant troll doll, and I was walking around in college and the other students were tut-tutting me.

Two nights ago I dreamed I was an unequivocally evil character.

I made a monetary bet that I could infiltrate one gang to provoke a gang
war between factions that had a truce. I had planned to desert my post
just before the battle commenced, but when I saw that the side I was
affiliated with would probably win, I decided to stay in the battle and
fight it out.

All the combatants arrived at a wide street intersection on motorized tricycle-
choppers with guns mounted in a fixed position on the front. The battle
would ensue like an old-time naval confrontation, where the challenge is
to outmaneuver the opponents. I woke up before the carnage could commence.

Orchestrating the confrontation for financial gain is probably the most
dastardly thing I've ever done in a dream.

About a week ago, I dreamed I was trying to park my car
inside the car of a subway train, driving it on from the
station platform. It was so dang-blangit amaze-tastic: a
collateral collisionous quandary; a cacophony of twisted,
malcontent metal pieces.

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mebbe that dream [two nights ago] was your subconscious mind's reminder to your waking self to be good and stay good?

I started having a nightmare, like the first few seconds of it, when something overrode it and stopped it in its tracks, then I awoke. then I fell asleep again and the nightmare started again where it left off, an again my brain woke me up. I guess that is a form of lucid dreams, albeit basic. gotta start somewhere

I dreamt I was at the white house press correspondents' annual dinner and roast, and I was watching president Obama prepare for his little skit, he was singing and dancing quite well. in real life, not many people know he also can sing and dance.