What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Probably is very symbolic.

Havent checked your profile, but if you're an aspie or an autie the meaning might be quite plain.

Something to do with learning social skills in order to get a job to survive.

Or perhaps a less urgent but equally real need for psychological survival- you find it easy to stay socially isolated but feel the need to make friends - and this is causing tension.

The comfort of retreat verses the drive to go out into the world.

I sometimes have "seeping" dreams. It's like being pulled into the subconscious whilst trying to wake up. Like sinking sand. The dreams themselves are random and very imaginative though. A couple of days ago I had a dream that I was in a car that my friend was driving with a two other friends, and we got carjacked by an old lady. We then started walking home and decided to carjack someone else to get there quicker. That wasn't a seeping dream though, thank God. I did have recurring dreams of a tree with weird animals on it though, everytime I had the dream it was fine, until the last one when the tree had been cut down... weird. I also dreamt of a fire that ended up actually happening.

I dreamed that one of our neighbors got run over and killed by someone in the parking lot of the apartment building I live in.

In real life, people often go through the parking lot to avoid a nearby traffic light, despite the caretaker and police trying to discourage it, and despite the owners putting up a "no thru traffic" sign there. The building I live in is for people with disabilities. The neighbor in my dream is a Minister, who is confined to a wheelchair. He enjoys sitting outside by the front doors to chat, get some sun and fresh air.

I've been having some weird, much less realistic than normal dreams lately.

Last night, I dreamt in the third person view, and I was a girl named Abbey >_>. I rarely dream as a girl, but it happens, and I have no idea where this Abbey name came from. The dream was also done in a dark gritty stylized complex claymation.

Er... anyway, I was riding a bike on a winding mountain path, when my backpack unzipped (I guess I was wearing one for some reason ), and a skeletal torso figure snaked out half way, tapped me on the shoulder and said "Where are you going Abbey?", and then I panicked and while not paying attention in panic, went off the mountain road, in which my body broke in many places causing compound fractures and such all the way down the mountain, and then my broken body slid into the lake that was at the bottom. After silence for a few minutes, I crawled out of the lake as a skeleton, without any fractures and crept toward the camera.

It was very bizarre, and I have no idea what any of it could possibly mean, as it's the first dream of it's kind. I've never dreamt so creatively, that I was even a different person like I was in this dream . But once the skeleton came at the camera, I woke up with my heart racing and it was only 3AM

i am not interested in social skills and i already have an income because i own a business.


i do not want friends because they always have their own agenda which is not compatible with mine. nevertheless i do have 3 friends. i am never lonely. i am happiest and most content when i am alone at home.

i have no drive to go out into the world.

i think that the dream was symbolic of my insecurity relating to the fact that both my parents have now died, and whatever emergency besets me in the future i will have to deal with solely by myself.

no one cares as much as parents do.

thanks for your comment though.

i dreamt i was at a gathering of wrong planet members, we were all lying on our stomachs atop many different 2-story house rooftops that were covered in cordovan velour-upholstered roof-sized cushions that were very comfortable. each rooftop was its own clique, with a few outliers walking to and fro at ground level below. i was one of the outliers, and i climbed upon one of the roofs to chat with a long-ago civil service coworker who i did not expect to see. he and his relatives were up there grousing about how hard a time they had in paying their taxes due this year. at this point it became a semi-demi-lucid dream because i started talking about how my property taxes doubled [i almost never talk about such in waking life], and then i said "hmmmm...." doubtingly. at that point in the background i started hearing snatches of the music "battle hymn of the republic" and "mercedes benz" as performed by The Stampeders [a Calgary Ontario Canada music group of the 70s]. then i awoke.

Alright I got one for ya.

Last night I dreamt that I was at work but many of the workers were quiting and were replaced with my ex girlfriends.
I also got in trouble from the owner of the store for being problematic. So I had to make sandwiches and needed cheese that was free in a certain part of the store. The thing was, the store that I work in was rearranged completely different and nothing was where it was "supposed" to be.

I also had a dream that I sent pictures of my hair to a certain member.

I can't remember the whole of the dream, but one scene in it really stuck out to me.

A woman told me it was disrespectful to show piercings in public, at which point she stuck out her tongue which was covered in piercings and said "This is why I do it here". I remember thinking two specific things.

1) she's a hypocrite
2) how the hell is she able to speak

Had a dream that outside authorities came in and persuaded me to allow them to comandeer my houws while I retreated to a distant corner room.

Workman proceded to attack the front yard with backhoes, while G-men searched the house.


Finnally it was all over most of these intruders left.

One formen explained to me that it was "just as we suspected", that Osama Bin Ladin and couple of his cohorts had been living under stairs to the basement of the house for the last eight years, and we just now caught him and took him away. They knew we didnt know about it.
AlQueda picked our house without us knowing it.

Al Queda had dug tunnels in our front lawn into the basment of our house and had set up a communications center and little apartment in the closet that we never go into beneath the basement stairs. Many of the azaleas in the front yard were fake- al queda would over turne them and they were really the openings of the secret tunnels into the basement. All without us knowing it. And the CIA and FBI had been servuelling our street and our house for years without us knowing it for years eather.

I staired out the window amazed at how mind blowing the whole thing was. Then the alarm went off and I had to get up.

i had a dream which consisted of many stages, but when i woke up from it, i was too tired to consider all the stages (although they were available to me to consider), and because of that, i now do not remember the preceding stages to the dream, but only the final 2 stages.

i was in some bizarre social setting (like a party or something), and i was bouncing from person to person in my way to get out of the social maze. there were so many people, and i wanted to get outside, and i kept bumping into people as i tried to race through the maze, and each of them had an attitude that i could not be bothered to consider.

eventually i wound up in a brightly lit sterile transparent acrylic room with a kind of sterile acrylic transparent pulpit in it, and i was the only occupant of the room, but someone threw a large tarantula spider into the room, and the tarantula was annoyed that i was in the room and started to chase me around this pulpit.

at first i could not predict in what zig zagging fashion it was going to scuttle in it's approach toward me, but the basic rule was to keep running anti clockwise around the transparent pulpit. i was running around the pulpit at a very rapid speed and the spider was keeping up with my pace, but it was not getting closer to me, and i eventually realized i was not scared of it, because it seemed to be having fun as i also was having fun.

the spider went high, and i went low, and the spider tried to jump at me but i got out of it's path, and it was an equal effort we both put in. my effort was to evade it, and it's effort was to catch me. eventually i thought i kind of liked the spider because i was laughing at the end, and i felt somehow that the spider found it a fun game as well, and it no longer was angry that i was in the room, but happy that i was in the room because we seemed to be playing.

then the damned phone rang in real life and i woke up and threw it in a drawer so i could not hear it, but i did not go back to that dream after i eventually went back to sleep after considering the dream for a short time.


in reality i am terrified of tarantulas, but maybe i may not be so much afraid of them when i see one next time due to that dream.

gosh maybe you can use this dream as fodder for your "lighter side" radio show, but this particular show should be called "the darker side" where you play songs about dark themes. just a thought.

I did used get into some heavy dark themes years ago on my show.

Might be able to find a way to use that dream in show- have to think about it.

I was more struck by the possible symbolism of it.

It could be symbolic of one of two very differnet things going on in my life.

One positive.

The other stressful .

i have an audio cassette roughly 15 years old, purporting to have "the actual sounds of mental illness" on it. it would be perfect for one of your "dark side" shows. but it should be played only with a listener discretion warning, as it is a very disturbing little audio program on that tape.
anyways, i dreamt last night, about how i was 200 [approximately] years in the future, on the planet mars, in a little mars town established 100 years before the time of my dream, by some expatriate earthing billionaires who wanted to make a new new world to live in, or at least collect rent from. it was underneath a giant geodesic dome that would've provided a nice martian view of the mountains and sky but it was mostly covered with mars dust so as to be opaque. anyways, i was in a martian motel, not having any idea why i was there other than the fact that i was supposed to meet my older brother and sister [in this future lifetime] for dinner at a local martian diner. my motel room was full of all kinds of stuff i had no idea what to do with or where to stow, i just stared at the stuff for a while, i was worried a bit about the motel employees stealing my stuff, and this paralyzed me for a while, then i said to hell with it, then i went outside to go to the diner to meet my sibs, at which point i awoke.

I woke up and I was an Anime character with a talking cat and fought cyborgs with a Katana then when I was about to score with a lady I rescued I woke up.

I already have two CD's of the actual voice of George W. Bush Jr. spouting things like "we need to reduce the level of terror to an acceptable level for both sides" and "we went into Iraq to restore chaos" and using words like "embetterment" and "ingrinable". So that tape of yours would just be redundant!

Lol!

Interesting dream about mars.
Very believable science fiction setting. Its believable that they would have a dome for viewing the vista. And that such a dome would be perpetually cloaked in dust. Mars is prone to dust storms.