What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Glad you got it! A scorpion in a dream is the worst!
I'm sure the dream means something good

I had a dream that me and my mom were taking a vacation in China and we were in a small shabby looking town where I saw beautiful flowers of various colors blooming everywhere. We ate at a restaurant and afterwards we visited a Chinese woman's house who my mom said was a friend of hers. In her house I noticed she had antique caucasian dolls with blonde hair everywhere and right after that I woke up.

I was in a car that was pulled over and being inspected for some type of Coronavirus infraction (being on the road unnecessarily, having germs inside, or something like that). I knew I hadn't broken the rules so I snuck from the car to hide with my keys because I didn't want to be handcuffed. Somehow I took the wrong set of keys with me. I was trading the keys off to someone else in a hospital, rather like a drug deal, so that the inspection couldn't happen in my car. The keys I traded for had a long keychain which was a stick of birdseed - the type of birdseed stick you would hang in a bird cage. I knew those weren't the real keys for my car, but I realised the ones I gave the other person weren't real either. Then I was dragged back to my car and the infraction was that the driver's window wouldn't go down all the way. The inspectors thought there must be coronavirus germs inside the mechanism and they were going to arrest me. I argued that if I drove into the lake and alongside an obstacle course (a rocky breakwall) the window would fix itself.

Somehow in the midst of this I saw my trauma therapist unexpectedly. He was very lucid and looked about 30 years younger (he's normally 80+) but his face was dusty black like it had been rubbed in charcoal. He gave me a lot of advice on how to deal with triggers in the month of April. I wanted to ask what happened to his face but I had to go -- with my birdseed keychain.

the pizza place was also growing pizza on the sides of this underground spiraling parking garage-type road, and i stole some to eat because i was hungry. later a guy i've been seeing said he was sad because i didn't steal him any. but he was with me and i thought if he was hungry for road pizza he would have stolen some himself since it was growing bountifully.

it seemed like we were being chased for some reason. we ducked into this giant library that i've been to before in my dreams. we ran up to the seventh floor and through this tiny thruway into the philosophy section. there were giant books in giant stacks we had to climb over to get through. then we descended into some sort of giant book living space and there was a dude living there. the dude had been building a robot that eats semen. after hanging out with him for a bit i wanted to leave. before i left i found the robot hanging out in a jar of peanut butter.

^^^gee, that sounds like the same kind of postprandial distention dream i had where i dreamt i was picking lasagna leafs off of a giant mountain of lasagna.

It was a mixture of girl gangs, becoming a nurse, rites of passage for cult/secret society.
City at night.
Girl gang, I wanted to be a nurse, they captured my friend, my sister, and I. It was a strange place we were at, building, and we knew we had to be careful. We wanted to stay as far from these gangs as possible as we knew they were involved in some sort of cult/secret society and didn't want to convert or be made to do bad things.
They were involved in robbery etc.
We were trying to cooperate to escape as soon as we could without harm. We were told we had to stay with them, there were some among them.
When they found out that I wanted to be a nurse, they said they had some among them and took us to a strange alley with balconies almost, with bunkbeds. There were all sorts of girls there.

They all looked somewhat wounded or changed in some way to how they naturally were,
like had colourful streaks in their hair, or strange patches on their faces, like stickers..strange clothes (torn), or cuts on their faces/arms.

they all had a snarkiness and edge like they were always prepared for a fight.
They were nice enough though, and we had to stay with them (though we didn't want to).
Sometimes the gang members would come and check on us and we were being 'trained' by some among them. But we didn't actually want to be part of it.

Over time I found many of them had been captured like we had, made to live with the gang and were waiting for the initiation test, against their will.

So we sort of agreed to look out for each other and try to find a way so we wouldn't have to. We were dreading what they would make us do, a crime, or occult type thing, or what? Some of these girls were quite young, late teens, and I would try to reassure them.

We often witnessed the gang fighting amongst themselves, or unnecessarily engaging in fights with other gangs.
They would come in daily and have a basket, and pull out several ribbons with our names on them--and whoever got the ribbon pulled out with their name, had to do something for them.

They would force us to fight and pit us against each other or do weird things, for their entertainment. Sometimes they would have girls help them rob places, etc.
Luckily thus far my sister and friend and I hadn't had to do anything really major except help them label things for selling or other banal/boring tasks.

We would all wake up each morning dreading what would happen, hoping our name wasn't picked out.

When any girl returned at night, late night usually, from one of those tasks she had been made to do, we would all gather round and ask her what she had to do, or she would be so traumatized/disheartened, we would just be quiet and reassure her.

If you refused to listen they wouldn't let you eat and sometimes would make another girl beat the girl who refused, or keep her isolated in a dark room for hours every day.

They had things like ribbons to represent whatever level of doing something for them, we had accomplished.

I knew they were doing these thing---which included rewards like restaurant food while the rest of us ate plain and very restricted quantities---to over time have us psychologically trained to comply and be loyal to and stuck in their society.
Some of the girls were getting there (brainwashed) and sort of looking forward to acheving new levels/competing amongst themselves who got more ribbons (representing tasks they had been made to do)---

and I had to keep reminding them that our goal was to see our chance and escape.
It was a full on cult -- they had books we had to study etc.
Sometimes we had access to laptops (restricted) and my sister would be recording this stuff and emailing it to herself like a record.

If any girl in that gang gave birth to a girl, that child would be automatically raised as part of the gang.

They woke us up one day-- we were to watch a dance performance by Britney Spears, who had been initiated into their cult long before, and was sort of an ideal for them.

I felt bad for her, and we were to watch closely the various things (like symbols) she did during the dance to learn from as apparently that was our initiation.
Some of them engaged in it with her, as they performed, there was a glowing circle of whitish purplish fire around them.

Then a few police cars came right then- into that closed-off alley--remember, these girls were wanted criminals already. The majority of the gang girls dispersed or were firing at the police, or yelling at us (the 'trainees') to help. Some girls did start to go to their aid, but I yelled to the other girls amongst us reminding them we were going to escape--
then something interesting happened, as we were looking for exits,
Britney Spears came and began helping us, urging us to leave, showing us the secret exits and all, and all the while fiercely telling us to leave, don't join, try to get the word out about this, there are many of us who want to escape, etc.
She asked who among us had a good memory and wasn't afraid, my sister came forward, she was quickly telling my sister names of other locations of this cult's hideouts and where they had trapped other girls, or children. My sister understood this meant she had to find a way to report this to the police, for surprise raids etc.
She gave my sister some codes and stuff (password type) that would help them enter - my sister and friend were scrawling this down as someone found a pen , and then said okay.

She then helped every one of us leave, as before,
then stated that she had to go as she was too involved.

She didn't want the gangs (as she said, there were multiple involved) to suspect she had given away so much secret information to us -
she would pretend she was trying to look for us I guess?,
and she would have to continue as though she was truly a dedicated and willing member,
then she left after wishing us good luck.

And that's when I woke up.

^ ALL of the above truly happened in my dream and I suspect the vividness and complexity was due to having eaten Hakka Chinese food last night.. it always gives me weird dreams.

I met a man at a dog park and we often went there to chat. He was married, and it wasn't anything romantic. Somehow the park got really overcrowded and no one could leave because of gridlock. There were thousands of cars and people clogging all the exits. I was sat with my real-life Auntie Marlene, which was really interesting because I haven't seen her in years and would actually love to have a long conversation with her before she passes (she's likely 85 now). I kept calling her Auntie Marilyn instead of Marlene but she didn't mind. (I actually do have an Auntie Marilyn as well -- they're sisters-in-law). I think Marilyn was possibly there, too. They kept asking me if I was going to marry the dog park man and I told them he's already married.

We noticed that almost everyone in the park was wearing at least one item in bright yellow, so we were counting all the yellow. I remembered that I didn't have my phone or my handbag and didn't know where to look. I tried crawling to an exit and got in someone's car to check the beach. A man got in the back and he had green seeds all over his face and body, like large strawberry seeds the size of popcorn kernels. I was trying not to act repulsed. He pulled out a gun and the car started moving like an amusement park rollercoaster. We went past a beach and there was a song playing called "It's Nobody's Business but Ken Fossil's" It was a B52's type of song with lots of snarky parts and "ooooh ooooh" harmonies, rather like Private Idaho.

I woke up with the song still in my head and had to google if it's real.

I miss my Auntie Marlene and wish I really saw her.

You must be a musical genius! You composed a catchy hit pop song in your sleep!

But..who is "Kenneth Fossil"?

Is that an actual person whom folks in the UK know?

When I google that name I get "Kenneth Lacovara". The American paleontologist who discovered the Titanosaur.
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Folks in your dream are doing the opposite of what we all are supposed to do. They are all.congregating in public,and violating social distancing.

It just now occurred to me that your "Kenneth Fossil" could be "Dr. Anthony Fauci". When I would see his name in print I originally thought his name was pronounced like "Bob Fosse" until I actually heard newscasters say "Fow-chee". So I can see how your mind might shape-shift his name to "Fossil".

Picking out various components of a fragrance in Jeddah and feeling content and excited . learning along the way.

Cousin was there the one everyone loves who is generous kind n smart but also mischievous and respected by everyone . he is good at being a host and showing ppl around n taking them to fun things like snorkeling (which did not take place in the dream)

I guess i miss jeddah

i dreamt i was in some strange white house [painted white inside and out, all the furniture was white as well], my folks [as they were about 3 decades earlier] and i was aware that i had shaved last night but when i went to the bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror i saw i was bearded with coarsely thick black hair which also was a mop on my head that went to my shoulders, and in this dream i was in the army and had to be clean-shaven, so i picked up my electric razor and tried to shave it off but it grew out faster than i could shave it, i'd shave a bit and it would immediately grow back longer than before, finally after an interminable period my razor gave up, ground to a half. i shook it [kinetic recalibration] in a vain attempt at returning it to function, but instead of working again, it fell apart, all sorts of things fell out of it, like a heretofore unknown barber attachment, various little white tags of paper that read "KKK announcement" on them, a few other bits. then i dreamt i was with a GF that i was divorcing because i caught her with another man, and she was telling me i was being unreasonable in wanting her just for myself, and i reminded her of the marriage vows she volunteered in affirming, which made her scowl at me.

^ wow what a dream! The most interesting part to me is shaking the razor and random things coming out of it.

blabbs you do realise you have a LOT of dreams about being in white rooms, right?

It's definitely an ongoing theme for you, as well as seeing your parents or having army obligations.

I think it's fascinating that your dreams are often so similar.