What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Sounds like a very deep and profound dream Leila. Maybe it somehow reflects some sort of yearning in your own life, like the need to reconnect with or to find an old friend... possibly one that is as big as a whale? I'll let you consider that!

Well, the last very very odd dream I had was short and simple, but still random: our teacher decided that we should go to a nuclear test site in a third world country (I think it was Indonesia I dreamt of) to take our lessons. And that's when they started firing the napalm all over the place... that's all I remember, except I also remember seeing a girl who had gotten napalm on her arm; she wasn't screaming in pain, possibly because it hadn't started burning her skin yet.

The last dream I can remember having was a really vivid and disturbing one where I was in an air vent in the ceiling of a really old abandoned school, which looked like it was designed several centuries ago. When I crawled to the end of the air vent, I discovered I was on a ledge just below the ceiling of the building's main hall, and when I looked over the edge I saw a skeleton on the floor with a message written in faded blood next to it reading something like "there's no way out". I then discovered that there was some sort of witch inside the building, and I was trying to get out, but the only visible exit was through a window about ten metres above the ground. So I crawled along the ledge and eventually found a random open toilet cubicle which was inaccessable any other way, and noticed there was an air vent above it. When I got outside there were police and protesters holding some sort of rally against the school or something.

Before or after that, I had a dream that I was at a swimming carnival in the middle of the ocean and the swimming instructor was my grandmother. For some reason, no matter what I did, I couldn't dive into the water without falling on my stomach, nor could I get back out of the water again, so I had to hold grab onto a rope and they had to lift me out of that.

So yeah, there's a rather unsettling excursion into my mind. I think I had either forgot to take my medication when that happened, or suddenly lowered it, and that most probably triggered those nightmares.

I had a nightmare quite recently, in which my parents ate the dog.

It started with me going into the kitchen and seeing both of my parents there. The dog wasn't there, which was strange, because she likes to be in the kitchen around people. So I asked,
"Where's Maisie?"
"She's in there", replied my Dad, gesturing to the oven, "Well, most of her, anyway".
The next thing I can remember is seeing her nose on the window sill and hearing my Mum say,
"That would look cool on my car keys".
Then my Dad took Maisie out of the oven and they sat down to eat her. My Mum tore a leg off and bit into it, and I noticed that she had fangs, and she was saying,
"Yum-yums!", which is what she says to Maisie when she gives her a biscuit.

I have no idea why I had that dream, but for once I was relieved to be woken up the next morning by Maisie barking.

most of my weird dreams have to do with heights.
once when i was about 17, i dreamed that i got a job changing light bulbs in a building, and when i got to work on the first day, the building in which i was to work was about 70 storeys in height, and i went inside and there was a large parquetry floor and there was nothing else there, and in the centre of the floor, there was a round backrest-less stool seat sitting on a pole that was embedded in the floor.

i was given a light bulb by the man and told to sit on the seat, and when i sat on the seat, the pole started to push the seat up in the air. when i looked up, i realized the building had no floors at all in it and the ceiling was about 700 feet above me, and by that time it was too late to jump off the seat. i tried to grip the sides of the seat, but the seat was only big enough to fit my backside, and i dropped the bulb that fell and smashed on the floor below while i was trying to hold the sides of the seat that i could barely grip with my nails.

the seat was upholstered in slippery vinyl, and my pants were slippery suit type pants. there was no foot rest ring to place my feet on to steady me, and my legs dangled in the air. i went up and up and up, and as i rose, the seat started to sway on the pole because the pole was only about 4 inches thick, and i was at about 200 feet high by that time.
i held on until the seat stopped rising near the ceiling, and i tried to reach up and grab the bulb there to at least have an anchor point to steady me, but it was a few inches beyond my reach.
i did not dare look down for fear that it would imbalance me and at that time i woke up.

that was the worst dream i ever had.

the next day, after i had forgotten the terror i felt in that dream, i found it extremely funny that there was a 700 foot high building with nothing in it. it was like the building was built purely to house the lightbulb in it's ceiling.

My most memorable dreams are very visual and I keep refreshing them in my mind because I intend to paint them. There is no great amount of action, but the "scene" is highly charged. One is I am seeing and also being a small boy squatting by the edge of an indoor gymnasium pool. The air is thick with vapor and there is weak light filtering down from some small paned windows set high up on the wall. The water in the pool is very turbulent and looks more like sea water than pool water. There is a strong wind blowing. There are horses in the pool and they are very agitated and frightened. One horse is right next to me (small boy) and has it's head thrown back in a frightened whinny. Across the pool I can see a room with an old woman in it. She is working at a desk and the light inside the room is warm and comforting next to the swampy feeling of the pool area. I remember thinking. She takes care of us. Then I see 3 or 4 men walking towards the office and I feel a sense of threat. They are hard to see but they are dressed in dark suits and hats like old time gangsters. Then I woke up.

I have no idea what that dream means but it was very beautiful visually.

from the other night:

It was New Years 1908, and I crashed over at my friends house. The next thing I know, I'm being stared down by their two of their kids. I had clothes on, but they looked at me, and laughed. My head felt like it was hit with a sledgehammer. I heard one of them say, "Look, there's the mighty general, just laying there. Let's watch him!" I continued to lie there, still and calm. The youngest said "I'll be right back." I felt something tickle my face, for what seemed to be the longest time, then it ceased. Next thing I knew it was about 1:00 PM and I heard laughter, now I don't know why sleeping induces laughter, but I found it odd to say the least. My friend looked at me and turned away, laughing. Next thing I knew, his wife was laughing her rear off, she said; "Oh Peter, if you could see your face, you'll die laughing." I went into the washroom, and looked in the mirror. My face was COVERED in makeup. Those two kids covered my face with foundation, rouge, and lipstick. I laughed my rear off, and then I woke up.

that was 102 years ago. you must be rather elderly.
i am interested that you lived in such a time that is so long past.
i sometimes have memories from the 1400's but i discount them as imagination.

Sam is the admiral of the Creedonian Navy.

I get dreams I don't want to describe, either.

Last night was one of the awful, but not so awful I can't describe category. Three black cats came into my room, and started trying to eat me. It was so realistic that I could feel their teeth against bone (though it didn't hurt) and when I woke up I thought it had really happened. Took quite a while for me to calm down and realise that I hadn't been chewed on by cats.

Two of them were eating my respective hands, starting from the tip of the fingers and working upwards, while the third was standing on my chest and chewing my right clavicle.

The doctor tells me this is my new medication, and to stick with it, that it should get better. That's a relief.

I had some horrible dreams when I was expecting my son. I dreamt that my then partner (my son's father) took me for dinner, and they brought out a trolley with dinner on it, covered over with a metal lid. The waiter removed the lid, and there was my (as yet unborn son) roasted like a pig, with potatoes and winter vegetables around him. My ex partner took a knife and started carving.

I also had a dream that I gave birth to a cat, and my ex partner took it and flushed it down the toilet.

In retrospect those dreams are easy to interpret... I didn't think he'd be a very good father.