What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I dreamt that my older brother, sister and me somehow were inducted into the military again and had to undergo basic training all over again, only it was held at my late parents' house out in the country. we 3 were wearing gray army PT uniform of sweats, and we were running around the acreage for PT. despite my age, I seemed to be handling the physical exertion like a young man again.

I don't really consider my dreams "weird" but a lot of people do. Probably because a lot of my dreams are either sexual, extremely violent, super detailed and hard to understand and don't relate to most people's since they are usually geared towards me interacting with fictional characters. I've also been called a "troll" by some people with their thought of, "People can't have dreams like that. You've made it up."

I haven't been practicing lucid dreaming or dream control for a while nor have I've been recording my dreams like I used to. But I should get back into it, since I want to have more chances to spend time with my soulbonds. And I'm just going to say, I don't like people interpreting my dreams. I rather interpret my own... so, here is the dream I had 2 nights ago:

12/12/2017

I was running away with an old group of students from my high school because one of us had killed someone very famous and we didn't want to get caught. I remember finding myself outside in this small area near some sort of restaurant infused gas station behind a large wall of ice.

This is where I found Gladion from Pokémon sitting at a table with his sister, Lillie among members from Team Skull.
Behind me on a counter, I saw an ID card with Gladion's face on it. For some reason, I thought he lost it so I grabbed it and decided on handing it to him. When I did he looked up at me with a little smirk saying, "I could've gotten it if I wanted."

We then started talking about something...I forgot, but I ended up saying that my family is on another planet and that I didn't have a place to stay here, basically asking him if I could stay with him because I didn't want to continue to run away with the gang of the students from high school. He replied asking if I can make him a mixture of drinks. He told me to go make him one and bring it back to him as a test to see if I could be a good servant/maid. I shyly did just that and soon came back with the drink he wanted.

He smiled and looked at me pleased. Then he held up his hand wanting to give me a high five. "Good job!" I connected hands with him as he brought both of ours down, gradually cupping my hand in his palm. We didn't move our hands away and just sat there as if we were having an intimate moment. I can't remember what happened after it but.. -shrugs- I eventually awoke.

Dreamt about going to the former swim coach's house

I dreamt I was in my parents' old house, only it was exactly backwards in terms of things being 180 degrees opposite in direction to where they were in real life. it was bright sunshine outside but all the drapes were pulled. I called a 1-800 number in some electronics catalog but the phone wouldn't work for some reason, I kept getting an odd BEEP....... BEEEP....... interruption instead of a series of tones indicating digit entry. then the phone went dead, at the same time I heard the garage door open and my late father entered the house looking as he did in his 40s. he went into the living room, asking me a few questions that evaporated upon me waking.

WARNING-VIOLENCE-
I dreamt that I was in some strange mobile home, with my alarmingly frail and senile father [now deceased in real life], who'd been, unbeknownst to me, been taken advantage of financially, by some crooked "rent-to-own-store" thugs he had invited into my place [the mobile home] and load it up with a bunch of shoddy electronics and furniture, the electronics were stacked precariously next to several flat-panel big-screen TV sets including one ludicrous oval-screened one made by Sony, and the mobsters and my dad were all sitting on the couch watching the oval one of them, even though all of 'em were turned on. i told my dad, "why did you have to get another tv set, we already have 2!" then I told the head mobster, a compact fellow resembling Roman Polanski, that this was not permitted, that he had to remove all this stuff from my living room, he told me to go phuq off, so I called the cops but he used some radio frequency blocker to stymie my phone calls for help, so I ran back to him and jerked him back against the wall and up by his neck, he reached around for a switchblade so I broke his wrist by snapping it out of its socket, then I squeezed his neck until he soiled his underpants. one of his big fat bully thugs lumbered at me, so with my left leg i kicked him hard in his yarbles and he collapsed in pain, then some social workers [an asian male and female] made their way into the house, then reassured me the cops were on their way. dad asked me why didn't I call mom, and I told him that she was not able to cope with this, and his facial expression saddened. then I awoke.

Dreamt about waking up and checking the clock

It was 5:24am

I was in the Kremlin and walked in on Josef Stalin banging his wife. I knew I had to make a run for it. I found a secret entrance in the wall and entered. Then, Roman Praetorian guards held spears to my throat and asked, “Where is Caesar?”

I responded, “Um ... I am?”

“YOU LIE!” The guards grabbed me by the arms and threw me down an endless well.

it prolly had something to do with what was on TV.