What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I had terminal cancer, and ended up homeless; living alone in a squalid abandoned storefront squat.

I had a scary dream I won't share. I hope it isn't predictive of things to come.

Last night I had a dream that my brother and I were homeless and hitch hiking.

I dreamt about a car with a separate radio/set of headphones per person.
Still not sure if those exist or not but they should. I was in an aeroplane like that all the way back in the 90s so how hard could it be to make a car like that.

Sports Direct decided it wanted to change direction which is fair enough, every shop has that right. But they decided to do it in a really immoral and annoying way which angered me. In the dream, I worked there.

They decided to get rid of some of the customers by banning them. They banned Chavs and Scousers. To start with, the Scousers was what pissed me off because it seemed like they were only banning people who were causing trouble under the 'chav' banner.

They got progressively worse from just banning Liverpool fans to banning everyone in Liverpool to banning anyone remotely connected with Liverpool. Then the Chav ban got worse and they banned everyone who was working class or had working class family or was on a low income. As someone working minimum wage, I began to feel really lonely as I banned all my friends. (I had friends in the dream, the dream was weirdly set in my paracosm)

They got rid of all the football shirts. This was a stock decision and fair enough, if they wanted to venture into polo and croquet it's not my fault when the business fails. But then I found a Sevco shirt.

I rage quit the store.

Also in my dream someone was plagiarising her cousin on the radio and it turned out it wasn't a woman at all but my friend Eddy from my old poetry workshop in drag lol.

I’m riding my bike in the city & experience a low speed collision with a gold sports car driven by an old white man pulling out of a parking garage. Nobody & nothing was hurt.

I’m standing in line in a store waiting for the next available cashier, either a young woman or Will Ferrell. I’m really hoping it’s Will Ferrell, & it is.

I had to throw away some mouldy white bread.

Also in the night (and I assume unrelated), I dreamt of being in a rustic village as burning rocks fell from the sky. I saw one fly right at me, I felt fear, it hit me in the face, and I think I died. I should not read the news before bed...

I was driving and got lost. I needed to ask for help to get back home.

i dreamt that i was watching a BBC documentary on a large wall-mounted tv set up against a brick wall in some dark room with short-nap green carpeting resembling AstroTurf. the doc was about a 1950s English army officer who in 1957 researched why soldiers liked to get drunk off-duty, and the officer himself was, as he put it, a "fellow barbeque head" just like his men. as i watched it, i saw the officer in archival footage joking with another officer wearing a dress uniform, and eventually i got sucked into the tv screen and was in the scene back in the day, the black and white imagery morphed into fake color then real color of the present day, and we then found ourselves in a hospital OB delivery room where a surgeon wearing scrubs was delivering a baby, the mother draped in green so we couldn't see her. the dress-uniformed officer, a captain, was continuing to josh around with the drunk researcher, a 1st lieutenant in green/khaki who btw was a bit toasted if not totally barbequed, and the captain asked the lieutenant to recite the officer's credo without looking at the guide book, and the lieutenant thought about it seriously for a bit, then acknowledged defeat, at which point the captain asked the lieutenant to recite the non-commissioned officer's creed, to which the lieutenant said "no good" and then opened his combat jacket revealing a blue officer's manual and a red non-commissioned member's guidebook as well, sticking out from liner pocket slots in the inner jacket. [I noticed also that he had weird, cryptic unit patches on his uniform, that looked almost sinister in their mystery. i wish I could have taken pictures of them and then done a reverse image search.] then i awoke.

^ complex!
A short dream: I had to plant an oak tree in a castle. Only the walls of the castle were intact and the floors were grassy. The feeling of the dream was good but there was still a sense of urgency and importance. Planting the tree was going to have a transformative effect on the land and energy of the place.

Father barging into my sleeping nook to see what vhs I’d bought.

I’m working in a pizza parlor. I’m taking out the trash to the dumpster. I’m finding a gift box of pears & bringing it back inside with me.

I dreamt another version of me in a similar dimension [but different in key ways, such as being on the edge of town] as this one, saw my next-door neighbors, clad in overalls, filthy flannels and jeans and jackboots, break into my shed and steal my recumbent bicycle that was custom-made by a long-ago acquaintance, and they deliberately kept it on their side of the property line in clear sight, as bait to draw me there so they could get me. I took the bait, went over there and re-acquired it, whereupon they came out en masse, yahoos all, stinking of drink and poor hygiene and sweaty greasy testosterone like a pack of wild dogs, intending to kill me, so I grabbed a shotgun [something I don't own in this dimension] and made them retreat. then I discovered the shotgun was empty. next scene was nightfall and at the same time the sheriff came by, who took my shotgun and invited the neighbors to do me in, which they did with metal rods stabbed through my chest and neck and head, which they tore around, twisting and jabbing until I was bloody hamburger, but I felt none of this, I was just dispassionately observing myself get massacred. the sheriff stood by with a grin. then I awoke.

I’m hitchhiking on a forested road & get picked up by a big carful of American GIs.

I'd been in a car accident and had pieces of glass imbedded in my brain and was incapable of moving my hands, with extreme pain if they were forced into another position by someone else.

Last night I had a very weird dream that I walked in front of a ceramic-like plaque that looked a lot like this picture:



In my dream I did a cross over my body while looking at the image and started praying for forgiveness for something I and my family did.

I know it has something to do with Catholicism but I'm not Catholic and I really don't understand how the religion works. But the dream felt so weird as if I knew what I was doing...