What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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At least once a week now I have a dream where I yell or scream something out loud and it wakes me up. I don't always remember why, but last night I sure did. It's hard to forget dreaming that some man is yelling nasty things like "You're stupid, selfish and ignorant" to you for no obvious reason, and then tops it off by saying "You don't deserve to live!"

I then yelled "What?!" and woke up.

A few weeks ago I even yelled out something like "Shut up!" while in my bedroom at the cabin my mother and were staying, and that morning she told me she heard while going to the bathroom at around 4 AM, and thought I was talking to her. I was really embarrassed.

those sound like semi-lucid dreams to me.
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a fragment of a remembered dream I had, was I was in some kind of college near where I live presently, and I saw a hole punch out of a wall of a large building, and a Plymouth PT Cruiser gingerly backed out of the hole and bounced upon the ground then drove away. I looked inside the hole and miraculously some glass bi-fold doors appeared in-place, and I looked through the glass and saw a long driveway on which concrete pavement was materializing, and it stretched off to the horizon with trees and other buildings on either side, this in side of the big building whose wall just a few seconds ago was intact. there was one witness who was a long-ago classmate of mine, we both gaped at the spectacle. strange.

I had the strangest dream [as always] where I was regarding my right food and my left hand, they both had big nasty holes in the flesh, the skin was gone and the skin around the hole was in shredded flaps that barely covered the hole, but there was no pain. in the dream I was wondering what to do about that when the scene changed and I was in the kitchen of my parents' house and looking out the kitchen window and I see this excavated old roman ruin which had been partially restored, it was a grand stone mansion, our neighbor had been working on it for some time, he came into our house and invited us in to look at it, somehow I explored it while staying in the kitchen of my parents' house, with the power of my mind. then a nurse from work came over, she had died her hair blonde and wore very Barbie-doll-ish clothes. she brought her grandson along and he was happily playing in the background. then I awoke.

I dreamt I was walking in a small coastal town, along what passed for the main drag, when I encountered a storefront shop, and a woman walked out of it, apparently the proprietor, and she accosted me and told me I should make more use of her "brilluse" [brilliant use] services. so I stood there [in the dream] and thought about it for awhile. then the dream segued into me back at home opening up a segmented box I got in the mail, it had CDs in various pockets, and as I pulled out some, I found a semi-rotten banana. I peeled the banana and noted that it had been tampered with, injected with some noxious substance. then I awoke.

I haven't had any weird dreams lately but my weirdest dreams usually very abstract and end up looping in such a way that I wake up sweating and nervous. I don't know how to describe it except that they usually defy the laws of physics.

I wonder what the meaning of the shredded flesh dreams was. Ick.

My mother and I sought refuge in an old but well-lit basement. It sounded like there was another person somewhere in the basement (there were numerous rooms). There was a large rug or carpet with a worn spot. I put 3 small lap throws/pet throws/small blankets over the worn spot. Then I thought that does not help but I left them there.

My mother said "It smells terrible in here, like a dead body." Then I hear someone in another room. I felt they murdered someone and that is why it smelled like a dead body.

I am in a small room. My mother tells me to stay in the room and she locks the door to the room so that no one can get in.

I hear a struggle outside the door and feel my mother is being attacked by the murderer. I should go help her but I do not want to face the situation.

The dream I had last night was more horrific than "weird,' but I'll post it here, anyway. A few of my family members and myself were looking out the window at ominous storm could -- the location was not familiar -- when all of the sudden we notice a huge mushroom cloud. We go outside, when all the sudden, we are are pulled to the ground and told to stay there. After awhile, nothing happens, and we go back in. We're continuing to watch this enormous mushroom cloud, only now it's glowing. At one point, an IBM emerges and heads right for us. Terrified that this was the end, we're hugging, and crying, and preparing for the end. Nothing happens. This scenario would repeat a few times with missiles coming from the sky -- but again, there's is no explosion or catastrophe.

I woke up feeling very emotional and thinking about the recent loss of my friend. I was almost in tears.

^^^

that dream reminds me of real life, in a figurative way.

Yeah, it kind of sums up my preoccupation with death, lately. Of course it's hard not to when you're watching someone die slowly on a daily basis -- and having just lost someone who was an important person in my life.

I'm sorry you are going through painfulness in your life. your mileage may vary, but I reassure myself with the mantra, "no earthly worries." not that I am actually telling myself there is nothing to worry about in this life, but that just on the other side of the veil [figuratively speaking] is a realm with no earthly worries, it is right there and always waiting for me.

I had another strange dream in which I was in some kind of military academy, and I walked into a large shower room with just one other person in it, and I took a long shower and fell asleep, and when I woke up the bathtub was full of cold water but I had scarcely cleaned myself, so I took the water in the bathtub and splashed myself with it. then my faculty advisor came along and saw I was not in the best of shape, I had somehow cut my thumb so he injected lidocaine [which somehow didn't sting in the dream] and sewed it up, then injected me with a drug called Ativan as I had not been sleeping well, and sent me home, so I drowsily drove the car downhill and almost collided with another car stopped at a light at the bottom of the hill. i could barely stay awake. i eventually ended up at my late parents' place, where my mom prepared an interesting meal for me featuring chicken wrapped around smoked stakes of wood, and other little finger foods featuring chicken and pineapple. then I awoke. strange.

I only remember this fragment of my dreams last night, I was in a kitchen with my mother off in the living room someplace in an unfamiliar house, the carpeting was orange shag and the walls were vanilla, just like the ice cream flavor they used to serve back when i was in school. anyways, I was washing the dishes but for some reason I kept vomiting this dense rice-like concoction all over the dishes after I washed each plate.. I tasted some of it and it was like orange-flavored rice mixed with butter. then I awoke.

i had meself a by-god nightmare this time, i was having to go [piddle and poo] real bad, and i found myself in an executive techy's fancy restroom that had unenclosed [!] bidets and showers and fancy coin operated [!] toilets only i didn't know they were coin operated until i tried to use one and it locked up on me and i ended up peeing and crapping on top of it, but luckily nobody noticed but then i ended up back in my tin can out in the woods where there were these psychopathic yahoos camped out back of the place who kept harrassing me- i could hear a rustling and faint conspiratorial conversation through the curtains out my back window when all of a sudden they would displace the window and one at a time enter my residence and harrass me- luckily they were seemingly non-violent but they hacked into my phone lines and puter and messed things up so i could not call 911, when i tried i heard a messed-up robotic voice that was too faint for me to decipher, and it slowed down after a while just like a tape recorder with weak batteries, and when i looked up from the phone i saw one of the hoodlums with special tools on my phone line, so i said to him GOD DAMN IT! THAT DOES IT! and went into my closet to get my pistol and he followed me and i was barely able to get my pistol and chase him back out the window he crawled in through. another hood crawled in soon afterwards and i grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside, then the first hood came back in with a gun of his own and aimed it at me so i aimed and fired only my gun was empty so i pistol whipped him on the forehead, i saw the skin cleave on his forehead when i did so. i dragged his body out onto the porch which scared the bejeez out of the hoods. one of them, a female who resembled Joni Mitchell, exclaimed "OMG! he's gotta gun!" and collected the other hoods and ran away. outside on the porch a bunch of neighbors and migrant farm workers materialized on my property, and one of 'em said to me "you have to cross the [mile wide] field, a swamp, to get to the payphone to dial 911 and as he said that I saw the thugs hiding in a grove of trees on the edge of the property, so i told him "to hell with that! i can't leave my property and let these thugs get to it!" then i awoke. sheesh.