What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I had a dream that I ate a bird. It wasn't like chicken or anything, it was like a bird that a cat would bring to a person. Sorry if that grosses anyone out, it certainly grosses ME out!

Bird
To see birds in your dream, symbolizes your goals, aspirations and hopes.
Eating
To dream that you are eating alone, signifies loss, loneliness, and depression. You may feel rejected, excluded, and cut off from social/family ties. Eating may be a replacement for companionship and provide a form of comfort. To dream of eating birds is to symbolically swallow your pride and to give up on endeavors that have not panned out IRL.

I dreamed that somebody that I really like passed away last night. I was up for the rest of the night after only three hours of sleep. I felt really sad.

I had a BUUUUUURD. The SCRAT fasted away, and I cleared Luster Lake Zone with all of 78oku points. I got hitch quickly and headed over to Yes Terminal 2 to beat the frame.

I had a brief dream of me standing outside, and looking up at a gargantuan monolithic cluster of gauges. It was a monstrosity that extended well into the stratosphere and its bottom was at my eye level, and this floated on an imaginary(invisible) 3 -d axis.

It was stationary( floating) but at will I would quickly turn it from one end to the other and view that particular instrument as in reading it. This one gauge was a fluorescent high tech type instrument that gave a reading on one particular aspect of the world or universe. It's as if this panel was monitoring all parameters of the known universe, and apparently I was standing there connecting with it by my thoughts, and bringing it around to see or 'to know' how it is "all working."

This thing was an artful contrivance and I wish I could portray it as it was seen.

I know exactly how you feel.

i had one of those "neural garbage" dreams, in that it was a pastiche of things that seemed to lack a common thread. i dreamt i was an employee at the seattle goodwill warehouse, and we were on lunch break, and folk were sitting down wherever there was a horizontal spot to plant buttocks upon, and i sat upon a small stool. during our lunch break, we were going through some donations between bites of food, to decide which thing went into which box. i got an armload of old lp phonograph recordings, and being the music lover i am [in real life] i was examining the records, trying to find one that i might like to make a copy of. while i was doing this, one of the other employees kindly was asking me where i was from and such, and i told him, i was presently living in a small town just south of seattle, and that i was from another small town several hours further south. then for some reason, a wave of sadness washed over me and i started weeping and dripping tears all over the records in my lap, and i was heaving so severely that i had trouble speaking. i was wailing "i HATE having to move all the time! i HATE getting old! i HATE all of this!" and while i was boohooing, the other employees 'cept for the one asking me these questions, were looking at me like i had gone crazy, like i sprouted 3 more heads or something. then suddenly this japanese photographer popped-up with a combination camera and geiger counter, only this geiger counter didn't emit clicks but instead had a meter, with a green zone on the left and a red zone on the right, with several demarkations in between the two zones with some kind of scientific numeric notations atop each demarkation. the japanese guy was dressed in sneakers, jeans and a gray hoodie, and was very skinny. he kept jabbing me in my private parts with a silver probe from the geiger counter/camera, and each time he did, i shoved him back. each time the probe touched me, the meter on the geiger counter pegged into the red zone. then i got a thought message from the fella which indicated that he would keep poking me until i lifted my head so he could take my picture. then i awoke. a really strange thing was that for several seconds after i awoke, i "felt" tears running down my face, even though my face was dry.

How's this for weird?

A few days ago, I dreamt that I'd found a double album set of Bill Cosby singing Peter Paul and Mary songs! Let me tell you, "Weep For Jamie" should NEVER be sung by that Jello pudding eater, funny though he may be.

Last night I dreamed a little tale about a corrupt world where vigilantes with giant black armoured vehicles roamed the landscape and they hacked security networks and broadcast the lives of corrupt bankers and politicians on pirate television streams.

I also dreamed a beautiful piece of music for flute, synth and percussion. I can't really share it in any meaningful way.

Also some other stuff but it's fleeted away.

I dreamt last night that there was a Japanese style highschool in my Stoke on Trent, and I applied to go because I wanted something to do and it looked fun. It was at the top of the road that my old Junior school is located, there was a big arched entrance and it looked like some kind of china town. Anyway the building of the school itself was massive and there were teenagers everywhere wearing school uniforms, they look quite similar to uniforms worn by anime characters with similar blazers, but the skirts were just plain grey ones and not those tartan things you get on the cartoons.
On the first day we had no lessons and we all just got to know each other and learned our way around (not very true to life), I spent most of my time alone on the computer or walking through the corridors, at one point I sat in the dinner hall. Everyone there was either Japanese, Chinese, other eastern Asian nationalities and some "weaboos" and anime fans. I felt really out of place because I'm none of those things, and I actually felt like I shouldn't be there because I'm not from eastern Asia and I also thought the weaboos looked a bit stupid because they did up their hair like those Japanese girls that follow wacky fashion trends and they kept doing all that "kawaii!!" crap. But I still liked the novelty of there being a Japan themed highschool. But there was a problem, I was missing the freedom of not going to school and college and my usual daily activities had now totally changed and it upset me a bit. Also I joined the school on impulse and I didn't know if I could stay there for how many years and still enjoy it.

Why? My dreams usually shouldn't make sense.

I had a dream not last night but the night before that I obtained a small kitten from an animal shelter. Over one weekend, it grew into a much larger and corpulent version of Crookshanks, so I traded it for a cute kitten. Then I woke up.

I was making a wee joke. Actually I have Zero clue what any of that means. Sorry if I was being too subtle.

This is odd:

Our neighbour's dog sometimes barks at 6:30 in the morning on weekends. Everyone in the house (except maybe the cat) have had dreams about the dog barking when we are trying to sleep. We seem to have them just before we wake up. Weird.

.................................... Do you really not understand why?