What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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The latest weird dream was a few months ago I was kidnapped by Dr Heiter out of THC1 but he just wanted help with his car and I woke up and thought "huh how freaky".

I dreamed that Africa was on fire and I kept on running backwards and forwards to England for buckets of water to put the fire out. Anywaw eventually the fire brigade came and put out the fire and all that was left was coal. but all I kept hearing in my head was a voice saying "fight fire with fire"

I dreamt that I was on holiday with some Welsh people and I couldn't understand anything they were saying because of their accents. Then they started telling me I couldn't really be English because I had a strange accent and didn't like London. I told them I was sure I had a normal accent, and then started talking about how much I hated London. After that they seemed to think I was Irish, which was irritating, although for some reason I agreed that I wasn't English. I think we were in Hungary, and no-one around us spoke English. I spoke Hungarian (very badly) and I had to ask everyone to repeat everything several times. Eventually one of the Welsh people got so annoyed that he tried to rugby tackle me, so I set his clothes on fire. Then I panicked and ran.

Later I dreamt that I was in school, and I was panicking because I was doing an English exam that was meant to last until midnight. I had no idea what to write and we had been told that we had to do well or we would Fail at Life. The teachers kept ignoring me and wouldn't explain what I was meant to do for the exam. Then I discovered I could control the weather, so I set the school on fire with lightning and used a tornado to spread the fire around the school. It was spectacular. I was standing near my friends, and I looked at them, and one of them was holding a tarantula which turned out to be a spider baby. Then I panicked and ran.

Haven't been remembering much of my dreams lately...

But I remember one recent dream in which I kept pointing to a bear standing in the distance. The bear was standing up and hadn't seen us yet.

I know I'd be afraid to see a bear nearby in real life, so I'm not sure what that was about. (In the dream it wasn't all that far away - just far enough to seem small.)

I usually have dreams in vignette where I can't remember all of them. Last night I kept going in and out of sleep, but I remember having two dreams (although I know there were more) because they were both longer and strangely related to one another, and the second one, I woke up and then fell back asleep and went back into the same dream, which only happens rarely to me.

The first one, I was working in a Dominoes' pizza, of all places, and it was late at night because we had to pull an all-nighter for some reason, and I remember I had finished my share of the work and was told I could go home, but my dad called and told me it was too cold and rainy to come get me, which was weird because I have a car, but in the dream there was never any explanation as to why I didn't. There was a woman working there who had been rude to everyone all day, especially me, and she was talking to a girl friend and telling her how she had broken into a school or something and also wanted to hire someone to kill her brother, and I thought, This is interesting information for the police, so I asked the girl her name and wrote it down on a notepad and then found out from her friend some more information, which isn't normal behavior for me since I try to stay out of people's business and mistrust authorities, but in the dream, I really didn't like the "bad girl" and wanted to get rid of her, especially for being mean to everyone, but I thought the others around were okay.

Then someone came in and told us they were listening to the Bee Gees when the news came on, and we should turn to it. So one of the workers turned on a TV and was flipping through the channels, so I took the remote and turned to the news, but the station was out, so I pressed a button that switched the TV to radio and flipped through until we got the news report, and it said there was a tornado coming. We looked outside the window, and there were four funnel clouds, so I asked if there were a shelter, and the others said there was one in the plaza next door, except none in the building we were in. Then I woke up.

In the other dream, a girl who had been in the first one (not the mean girl, but a different one) was there, and we were in an apartment, and she was helping me work on homework, which is weird since I haven't been in school for over a year. Then she asked to see my college portfolio, which I happened to have on me. She started flipping through different essays and stuff I had written and commenting on each one, like "Boring, depressing," etc., or I would tell her, "Don't read that one," and then she got to my short story collection that my mentor had helped me complete and asked if it were okay to read, so I said yes. She started reading it while I continued working on what she had been helping me with, and she said my writing was good but a little morbid, so I told her it was just a phase I had gone through before my work got better and more surreal.

Then I said something like, "But you know, everything ends," and she said, "I don't think so, not always." Then we went to kiss, and I woke up.

for some reason I dreamt I was peeling the raw flesh from some animal and eating it.

I was making a phone call, it was like a Skype call with the video except I could see the room I was in on the video.

The room was really nice and there was a little boy playing. He was full of energy and really smart and inquisitive.

I shouted him over to come and have a look at himself in the video.

In the room I could see beautiful windows with white drapes blowing in the breeze.

It was a really nice dream and when I woke up I thought I was still in that room.

I was dreaming that I was commuting by bus to the Red Cross to donate blood. Suddenly, people from my church who know that I donate blood {including the parish priest} and disapprove of it, begin chasing me as soon as I disembark the bus.

My mentor from church and his wife show up wearing metal suits {like Iron Man} blocking the path of the people chasing me , but get splashed with Holy Water. Both start walking around like zombies and begin chasing me.

The dream was animated and set to music.

The one I have every day after I've woken up in the morning.

Another dream where I had a large part in a play and rehearsal consisted of just hanging out in the auditorium being ignored while the rest of the cast flirted with one another. Why do I keep dreaming about plays and theater??

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To dream that you are in a play represents the roles you play in your life and the various acts and personas you put on. If you are watching the play, then it suggests that you need to draw from the inspiration of others. To dream that you are rehearsing for a part suggests that you are getting ready for some important stage in your life. You are making sure that you know exactly what you need to do. This could refer to your preparedness for a meeting, a project or even a date. To dream that you are in an auditorium indicates that there is something that you need to learn from others. Pay attention to those around you. To see an actor or actress in your dream represents your pursuit for pleasure. To dream that you are an actor denotes that your hard work and labor will be well worth it in the end. It also indicates your strong desires to be recognized and acknowledged. Perhaps you are putting too much emphasis on your outward appearances. Alternatively, the dream may be analogous to the role that you are playing in your real life, whether it be the role of a parent, sibling, co-worker, etc. Or perhaps you are putting on an act or a facade.
To dream that your peers are flirting with one another indicates that you are feeling an emotional or physical distance from them. There is a lack of communication in the relationship between you and your peers.

i dreamt that i was back in the army [but at my present age] and i was exploring the newly renovated and enlarged barracks, wandering from floor to floor, looking for my old room. there were army brass all over the place which i did my best to avoid. then i walked downstairs and made my way around the outskirts of the company building. i walked over to the mess hall to get something to eat, and in the line behind the cashier i grabbed my wallet to pay her when i noticed my wallet was crusted over with a bunch of fresh french fries! i opened my wallet and more french fries oozed out like play doh out of an extruding machine. this embarrassed me. some of them fell on the floor and i ate a few to avoid wasting food. then some guy dressed in black parachute pants- nike trainers and gray windbreaker and with a large backpack- set his black and gray backpack down atop the carrying trays to my left, and picked up and ate a few of my french fries as well. i never got to pay the cashier, but anyways she moved the guy's backpack out of the way and got me a tray which somehow already had dishes on it. i got my food and sat down not at a table but next to one, where some canadian brunette lady with dark brown eyes and pale white skin, wearing a white summer dress with sewn-on little red roses all over it, started looking at me. i was embarrassed and looked away then she put one foot then the other into my lap, contorting her legs to do so. her feet were the size of a toddler's feet, and she beckoned me to put up my feet next to hers and compare feet, so somehow i contorted myself and got one foot then the other atop my lap abutting each of her feet. i was a bit ashamed as my feet were dirty, but she didn't mind. i asked her if she was a canadian [i don't know how i knew] and she told me she was "north american" and was from everywhere and nowhere. then her speech became progressively harder to hear, before she just disappeared. she was replaced by a pre-teen boy who spoke in a thick quebecois accent but in english, and was talking about some scouting activity and other concerns of a boy his age. then i noticed a hubbub outside, there was an oil drilling derrick on the lawn outside the messhall, and i heard some guy yell "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" followed by a loud "BANG!! !" then i saw a whole bunch of people run over to the hole left by the blown-up derrick and jump down on the ground and grub at bits of gold with their hands. i commented to one of the mess hall guys something to the effect that they were greedy and he replied back something to the effect of "that's human nature." then some grizzled old cowboy walked up to me, drew his pistol and laconically said "draw." i slowly drew my pistol [somehow i had one] and from the muzzle bore of his pistol issued forth solo flute music, and from the bore of mine enanated xylophone music. then i awoke.

WHY oh WHY do I keep dreaming I am back in the friggin' army?

I was in the plantation where the poultry are, and near me a little black hen was looking after her little black chicks. At one point I turned around and there I saw a peregrine falcon halfway through swallowing one of the chicks. I was horrified and grabbed their tail, shook the possibly-dead chick our of their beak, beat the falcon heavily against the ground a few times and threw them into the adjacent beck. The next time I turned around there was a golden eagle trying to swallow some of the chicks too, also attacking the little black hen. Again, I picked this beast up by the tail, beat them against the grass as hard as I could and threw them in the beck, before inspecting the chicks which were mostly dead or clearly dying. I then saw another bird of prey and after beating them once against the ground I realised it was in fact a Rhode Island hen of my own, and I found myself completely horrified.

Had mostly disconcerting dreams since coming back to Leeds, from morbidly fascinating/disturbing like that one to nightmares. It's worrying me now actually, because my waking hours are perfectly happy and I normally look forward to having my dreams as they're generally fantastic and rarely bad.

I was in the back seat of a car driven by a person who was terrible at driving, through a forest of lethally sharp crystal formations. A bad idea A crystal broke through my window and stabbed me in the gut, so I died. I came back to life somehow, and I'd lost my color vision and sense of smell. I tried to talk to my friends but they forgot me, and every trace of me had been erased. I woke up then. Another one I had started in a yellow building made of big blocks, which I lived in with one other guy. We never left the house because it didn't have any doors. Something caused the house and the ground underneath it to explode, and my roommate's head got knocked off by a stray block. As I was flying through the air I saw his head fall in to a pit in a ground and get covered by thousands of falling blocks. That prevented his body from reassembling like it normally would have. I landed in a padded cell without a roof and walls that were too high to climb, and started hallucinating that the blocks were alive and talking. I knew I was hallucinating and it made me sad because there was no one else in the world, and hallucinations weren't proper replacements for friends

There's more to this dream but I'll just mention the gist of it.

I was working as a nurse in a hospital and I was taking care of a large confused naked Asian man who was covered with a light blue blanket that was all poopy.

I have had lots of very strange dreams.

I guess the strangest one was where I was an alien or a mutant who had to be in an almost human form within a large complex fortress like building for some complicated training program that I had to pass before I could take on my real form and be welcomed into society of my real species. It had a long series of physical and mental tests, solving strange puzzles -not jigsaws- and things that I didn't understand what was going on. The final test at the end of the training involved something with finding and connecting to some energy thing that had a beam that would read and test my qualities and capacities, -pass or fail me-, and then transform me into the next stage of whatever creature I was becoming. It changed me from a highly athletic humanoid who could somehow learn to hover and fly into some shape-shifting machinish looking thing that could alter its form, disappear and reappear, and fly supersonically. After I was transformed, I flew around and hung out with some of the other newly changed creatures for a while. I don't remember enough of what happened later.

It was one weird dream, and probably the coolest one I can remember.