What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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In my dream I spoke to one of the WP members on the phone. He wasn't supposed to know who I was but I was shocked that he guessed who I was correctly and even knew my real-life name.

That was the innocent part of the dream. Then, a horrible incident followed (nothing to do with that WP member), which is too embarrassing to be mentioned here.

I've obviously been spending a lot of time here lately since I've been dreaming about forum members all night! Kip and DeepHour mostly.

me?

i haven't had a rememberable dream in quite a while, something is wrong with me!!

dreamt i was back in the 1990s but with anachronisms abounding. was recalled to active duty and forced to help clear out a warehouse, but not before going through basic and AIT again. then my paycheck was only $19 dollars after all that. on my day of discharge, i was sitting in the mess hall eating when in walked a very young dean martin [appearing as if he was 19 or so] and several other B-grade movie actors whose names escape me. they all sat at my table, and discussed how one of them was rude to the other, and the rude one said "hey, i'm just doing my job, deal with it." then one of the bunch took off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves and showed his arm had all exposed joints down to the fingertips, the joints were red and raw looking and his arm had Japanese characters on it, i recognized on the character for six [roku] and some elderly Japanese lady sitting down at the table saw this and said "roku, yes." next thing i knew i was standing out on the street next to a large gas station and an American UFO [like a cross between a stealth bomber and several other secret craft] the size of a house with a peculiarly muffled rushing whirring sound flew over the street at a height of roughly 150 feet of the ground, then descended to about 10 feet and flew under the somewhat high roofed carport where the gas pumps were, then rose up high again, then did a U-turn in midair and sauntered off in the other direction, close enough to where i could see details underneath [can't remember upon waking what those details were but they were surprising in the dream]. then after moving about a quarter mile in the sky, the airplane sorta turned itself into a pretzel just like a cartoon airplane, and twisted itself around 180 degrees and descended onto the street just as my army compatriots were rigging these tools [blowtorch, rudimentary firearms] to capture it and sabotage it. it landed on the ground in a gravel lot, and the army gang approached it and one fella took the blowtorch to a hidden panel, causing it to fall off, then he started torching circuit boards inside. i went with another man to a door on the underside, climbed stairs up into the craft and met the man's elderly parents who were in the "living room" of the craft which looked like it stepped out from the 1970s with orange shag carpeting and a refrigerator near the door. the man and his parents converse, then the craft shook and the refrigerator door popped open and a bottle of grey poupon mustard fell down upon the carpeting. the man bend down to pick it up while i ran to the exit just as the craft was levitating once more, i jumped out in time as it rose and flew away. the gang of saboteurs hopped into a car that morphed between black '69 Cadillac and dark green 90s Lincoln town car as it lurched into a garage across the street. i walked down the street and started having this hacking cough, then i noticed Priscilla Presley walking towards me with a disgusted expression on her face, then as soon as i walked past her around the corner, i awoke.

Dude

Doesnt matter whether its under the counter, or over the counter!

You need to stop doing whatever chemical you're on!

Maybe your doc has you on the wrong meds!

Lol!

The number, and the vividness of dreams- jeeze- you must feel more exhausted AFTER you sleep than before!

Okay- ..

But yeah-interesting imagery.

To me it suggest issues about identity. The storyline goes back and forth between both place AND time. You go back and forth between foriegn and domestic. And between now -and - to more than one past decade: the Nineties, the Seventies (shag rugs), and to the Fifties/early Sixties ( a young Dean Martin, and other crooners of that generation). Fascinating!

America, and Japan (and their respective cultures) are juxtaposed.

The idea of "an American UFO" inhabited by an old couple in a living room is a complete contradiction. A UFO suggests alienness, wierdness, foriegness. And yet its an American UFO inhabited by mom and pop!

And your all american Army buddies (including Dean Martin) are trying to capture it.

Except Dean Martin has parts made in Japan?

You said you actually saw a UFO (maybe Im confusing you with another WP person).
And you're half Japanese. So you have a kinda split identity- maybe. And all of us over a certain age sometimes feel alienated from the present era of pop culture and consumer technology- some of the time.

So I can see were some of this imagery MIGHT come from.

But wow. Freud could spend a lifetime on each one of your dreams!

Lol!

Could be that- just overflowing untapped creativity-thats seeking an outlet.


About Dean Martin: Thats what I was trying to figure out. I guess you meant he had Japanese characters tattooed on his skin (was puzzled if you meant that, or that his joints were artifical-like a GI Joe doll- with japanese stuff printed on it -like made in Japan).

Okay that makes more sense. A macho guy in the armed services with exotic tattoos.

My most recent strange dream was strange in that in the dream I felt so desperate to stop the people walking away from me. In the dream I was somewhere like work and I dropped my purse on a counter and then walked outside and discovered that the people with the key to the room I had just been where I laid my purse on the counter left. They were walking ahead of me and I was urgently trying to stop them as I needed the key to the room so I could get my purse that contained my keys, my wallet and my phone. I tried yelling after them and they just kept walking faster ahead of me and then seem to disappear. In the dream I felt such despair since I was unable to stop the people with the keys to the room where my purse was and felt I would never get my purse back again.

let's see if i can remember

i was somewhere with a bunch of hooligans, i think it was a cafeteria or some meeting hall, anyway it was very high up, on one of the highest floors of a building. i was sat in front of a giant table with a bunch of paperblank-sized papers taped together to make a larger sheet, i had a drawing outline of a short tower but i was filling the "grid" in with a very detailed map of a landscape, i remember wondering how the landscape could be navigated if it was on the side of a tower.
i was flipping it over to see if i had the back side right (it was double sided), and i messed up on the eastern edge.

next i remember being at home as usual, with my white spider monkey. i saw a very short, fat hydrocephalic bonobo approaching the driveway and something in me made me open the door to have the spider monkey ward off the bonobo. i don't know what they did but i started to record it. and soon after my uncle pulled in in the driveway and i expected him to be shocked and confused at the absurdity of two monkeys fighting right next to my house. but he went on, business as usual.
i went to a classroom of mine to project or "mirror" my homemade monkey film on the apple tv yet i had auite the toruble, the remote control and the menu were very sensitive and i couldn't get it to th right setting. i accidentally turned on Everybody Hates Chris, with the mom walking into a burning house, Chris catching something.

last, i see a still image of a simplistic scrapbooking, a lady's voice enthusiastically yelling "PUPPY!" and a bunch of male leads repeating her.

i dreamt that i was in my old childhood bedroom and i was beset by clouds of mosquitos, that i tried to suck up with a big blunderbus wand on a vacuum cleaner, which didn't work too well, so i turned on a fan to blow them away from me. then i was in my old high school only it was transplanted into some strange neighborhood atop a hill, and there were upright pianos at the bus depot where we took the buses to get back home. it was perpetual dusk, and strangely quiet except for john denver singing "rocky mountain high" in the background. hmmm, maybe it was in colorado?

I dreams about a cat. It had a beautiful coat of plum coloured fur. It was most unusual in my opinion.

I keep having the odd nightmare about previous pets I've had. Don't remember much except a disembodied dog's head without eyes talking to me. The skin was stitched back on like an amateur facelift.

Last night:
I'm in the middle of the ocean. I see a huge wave rise behind me, like a tsunami. I panic, try to swim, but I'm getting nowhere. The wave crashes down on me. I'm spinning, flailing, things are hitting me - seaweed, fish? There's a loud roaring. It's getting darker as I sink further. I don't know which way is up. I know I'm going to drown. I'm in total panic.
Suddenly I hear myself think very clearly, I'm not going to fight anymore.
As soon as I have this thought, the roaring stops. I open my eyes (in the dream). I'm suspended in a clear liquid with silver flecks. Light is reflecting off their surface. I'm just floating, completely calm, watching these silver flecks float in front of my eyes. It only lasts a few seconds before I begin to rise to the surface.
I wake up with a feeling of peace.
This is one of the most clear dreams I've ever had. Not weird, kinda nice. I would give this dream a 9 out of 10 and I would definitely see it again.