What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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This is by no means the weirdest dream for me, it's just one I had recently and remember well. I warn you that you may find it fairly disturbing.

Earlier part isn't remembered as well. I'm at a mysterious special school. I'm taking advanced mathematics, and I have this textbook for English, which I'm behind in as I haven't been doing my work. There is something about a poor country in Africa or Asia, something with a strange map that does not resemble our Earth, planning genocide in order to unite a country, maybe visiting a country, some sort of demented game, I may be mixing dreams together here. I don't remember. 

There is a school play, and I'm not in it. I find this girl who I barely know and have no attraction to, and I tell her to come with me to the bathrooms while everyone else is at the play so we can have sex. We nearly get there, but we get separated. There is another people with the idea, and some shows a way to open locked doors from the other side. I then find a family, which is supposed to be that of this girl I know, and they send that girl for me. She is attractive. That girl and I go into the girls bathroom. We lock the door and are alone, and then we engage in intercourse. 

Now I'm with a group of women from Church, and we are confronting this other women. She is crazy, stupid, fat, and bad. She rewrites 10,000 on a board, showing her happiness. We bring to news about her to her, and she subtracts from the 10,000. Over time the news gets harsher and harsher and the numbers getting subtracted get bigger and bigger until it is larger than what remains. She attacks me, so I kill her in self defense by repeatedly stabbing her with a knife.  I'm horrified by this. 

Now the story is a comic book, it's supposed to be Captain Underpants, but it is not. The women is a teacher at the school, and she had been molesting kids. The news of her flipping spreads around, and the school riots. Nerds have been chewing gum to make the roof of their mouths thicker, and now they are chewing entire packets. People are having sex in the bathrooms. The principle is told that the women has been molesting children, and after approaching her and asking her he finds out this is true. This is all on one page of the book, the right hand one. 

The page is flipped. Now she is locked in her room and stripped, being held while they are getting law enforcements to deal with her. She is locked in with a girl who she molested a lot, and now the girl is molesting her. 

I'm out of the comic now, at the school play thing, which is crossed with a musical performance by the band, which my brother is in. They have this magic pieces of paper which were school papers they  did with their picture on top of it, making it magic. The school play is a trial, possibly for the evil women, and as such the audience is supposed to sit were the audience in court is supposed to sit, only this court arrangement is nothing like an actual court. A boy comes up to start the thing by playing a piece on the piano. My vision zooms up to the sheet of music. The song he is trying to play is called the Piano Man, but emotional memory identifies it as the Entertainer. It's never actually played as for some reason he cannot play it, so he flips to another page and plays a different song. This song is techoy and reggaey and can't actually be played on a piano as it had sounds a piano does not make. I'm then told wake up for donuts and wake up for donuts. 

i dreamed i was in a coma and was not conscious.

(that above is not true, and i said it because of the self defeating irony of the concept)

Last night I dreamed my entire graduating class from a couple years ago got sent back to elementary school, because for some reason our education was deemed to be insufficient (despite the fact that we'd already completed high school and, as far as I know, only a couple of us went to the same elementary school). Obviously we were the smartest kids in the school, but we weren't allowed to participate in any clubs or activites because we were too old and advanced, and we had to eat lunch with the first graders, who didn't want us at their tables... well, the doctor did say the Prozac might give me weird/vivid dreams.

Here's another one, which actually happened:

I dreamed of when I was in third grade, eating lunch with all my fellow third graders, when suddenly two bullies began a food fight. Everyone joined in and as much as the teachers on lunch duty tried to stop it, everyone kept going. The losers {me being one of them} ran for cover when the bullies saw all of we losers and framed us for starting it. The bullies got suspended for about a week or two, and we losers "got away with it."

That's not exactly what happened. What happened was the bullies were seen, were taken to the principal's office, and got suspended from school.

i dreamt that i was back at my old hospital job, in the labor & delivery ward [AGAIN!] and it was a low-census night, so i was goofing off by exploring around. i went into a seldom-used delivery room that was used mostly for equipment storage and found one of the doctors and his children in there looking up at a peculiar membranous thingie in the roof, that was translucent and flexible, in a round framework with the membranous parts forming a circular pattern broken up like spokes in a wheel or patterned fenestrations in a car's hubcap. the doctor and company left at that point, and i went back up front to the status board to check to see if there were any new admissions, and the board did indeed fill up at that point but all of 'em were early along in labor, so i went back to that delivery room to study that membranous ceiling thingie, and when i got back there i noticed straightaway that the doctor and his kids were now upstairs in some mysterious space above the operating room, i could hear 'em talking up there through the membrane and one of his kids was sticking his face through the membrane and making faces at me, just like a silly kid would do. so this made me want to go up there myself to see what all the fuss was about. so i left the ward and went exploring on the upper floors, had trouble finding an elevator that would take me to that precise place, but eventually wound up in a very strange archival unit where all the old hospital equipment was held, it was in an unused old hospital chapel section, all done up in maroon felt carpeting and mahogany and walnut panelling, and with a collection of old church organs up there including one that was playing some churchy thing via some automatic player mechanism, it was eerie to say the least. there were a few people milling about up there, and i asked 'em if they saw a doctor with his family up there and was told by them, "yeah! they all went to the perfect store down the hall." i was wondering to myself what the "perfect store" was all about, so i walked down the hall and sure enough there was a storefront called "the perfect store" that had a glassed-in front wall and glass door, which i swung open and entered, and right away found an open door where the doctor and his family were looking down through the membrane for a bit before they turned around and were occupied by something else, so i took a look down through the membrane and to my horror saw that the room down there was full of nurses and doctors and a very pregnant patient prepped on the operating room table waiting for the staff [and me] to get scrubbed to perform the c-section on her. so i exclaimed out loud, "OH GOD! there's a C-SECTION down there!" and when i said that, one doctor who was standing behind me said, "well, i guess you'd better hurry on down there then!" so i hurried out but got lost in a maze of unfamiliar hallways crowded with people, and meandered into a shopping mall type of area that i was totally lost in, and i could barely see off in the distance the hallway i was supposed to be in, but when i tried to run my legs turned to inert rubber and would barely move me, i felt like i weighed a ton, and was hot and sweaty and very tired. then i awoke in a startle, all hot and sweaty and out of sorts. another damned work nightmare

A couple of nights ago i had a dream where i was somehow involved in the, erm, kidnap of a kid somehow. Not like i was actually involved in the kidnap, just like i gave permission for someone to use somewhere and they'd been using it to keep a kid there and blah blah blah, it wasn't like i knew, just there was a really big hunt over it and i just somehow knew that i'd been implicated and i knew i was in trouble and i knew they were coming for me and there was no escape. I knew that regardless of actual blame everybody involved would be in big trouble so i agreed to take the blame for the rest of the ones guilty purely by association. Then i woke up and spent the first 5 minutes with this impending sense of doom, after which i had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't real and that i wasn't just about to spend the rest of my life behind bars.

I had a dream that I went back to junior high, which is't unusual. But what was unusual is that we were asked to write The Proud Family (a cartoon that used to run on the Disney channel) fanfiction in an assignment for English class.

I was going through a tunnel with lots of colourful chemicals in it while being chased by sentient bears, that's not the weird part, weird part was, a few years later I had a dream were I told my friend about that little adventure, he didn't believe me, so I lifted my shirt to show that I was now stained with those chemicals.

I was fighting in the Army and president Obama came up to me and and asked me a question in the battlefield

Two vehicles were racing each other on a dit road around a lake. The older man in the expensive fancy car won, & in doing so forced the younger man in an old truck off the road. He was ejected and landed unconscious in the water.
I somehow entered the lake without getting wet or cold, located his body and started lightly poking and nudging him to wake up. He came back to life, floated up to the surface and dragged himself out of the water to his truck.
Then the dream changed scenes. I was watching auto accidents one after another in which people were killed. I felt no emotion for the dead, just aware that their spirit had moved on to somewhere else. So it seemed like a nightmare but strangely it had no fear or distress.

i dreamt that i was with my sister on the 8th floor penthouse of a gov't building that was closed due to a gov't shutdown caused by a tea party coup, and it was sunset, the sky on the horizon was a beautiful deep red, and down on the streets below i saw occupy-style crowds milling about in protest of the tea party gangsters who had taken over the gov't. the air was balmy and humid in a summer evening, and we were inside a little room with windows all around. my sister had a 30:06 sniper rifle with a scope on it as well as a silencer on the muzzle. she opened a window and pointed it down 8 floors below, to a videogame console she could see through the scope, through a window in a game arcade in a strip mall. she said to me, "i think this will be fun!" and i replied "i DON'T think this will be fun at ALL!" then all at once time slowed down and i was seeing the view point through the sniperscope at the game arcade down below, the trigger was pulled with a loud "[i]SHUUPPP!" - the recoil caused the sniperscope to bounce and the bullet crackled through the air at supersonic speed, and i saw the videogame console explode just as a little kid ran behind it, and i immediately had a bad feeling that he was killed. at that point i saw cop cars with lights and siren blaring, come out of nowhere and flood the block below. i panicked and ran wildly down a gangway towards an elevator that was out of order due to an electricity shut-off, so i took the stairs next to the elevator shaft, and went down to a mezzanine surrounding a multistory public library which was crowded with homeless people milling about. i ran into a person i vaguelly remembered from real life, several decades back, who greeted me as though we last talked yesterday- he told me everything was shut down and snafu'd due to the tea party coup and that it was martial law, and for me to watch my back. i then got back into the staircase and went down to the first floor which was some kind of cafeteria, with even more homeless folk sitting around. i looked out the windows and saw cop cars everywhere, so i ducked around a corner hoping to stay out of their sight. i had to go to the bathroom really bad so i ducked into a lavatory that had its door ripped off and its windows replaced with bars. when i was at the urinal doing my thing i could hear the cop cars parking outside, their windows opened so i could hear the cops talking about arresting people but wondering where they were gonna put 'em 'cause the jails were packed to the rafters. then i awoke.

i dreamed i was assigned the task of saving a herd of persian fighting elephants from dying of some strange disease. the dream was set in ancient times.

I dreamed that I was in the army with a group of other people, some of them aspies, being tortured and interrogated. We didn't budge so the enemies threw us into jail cells, feeding us cookies soaked with bleach and piss. After being freed (I forgot how) we came back home to find that my folks built me a water park. Then I woke up.
I remember what country we were fighting, but in order to maintain peace I think I'd better not reveal the answer.
Pretty bizarre, eh?
And also, this is the first time that aspies have appeared in my dreams.

I see that some people also have dreams of serving in the armed forces!