What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I had a dream which involved human monkey babies and distraught parents with attacking pirates lol. The same day I dreamt that I was sleepwalking and put shaving cream on the mirror in the bathroom, the time before that I went into the bathroom and snapped the hair dressing scissors in half LOL!

Another time I was carving someones kneck while they were alive like a doner kebap, and another time I had a battle with two trouble makers. Luckily I had a rake with nails in it that I beat them with. I think one of em died, but they deserved it because it was in self defense lol.

i dreamt i went to work on time-travelling stilts. but i still waited on the traffic lights.

The weirdest dream for me would have to be speaking with someone whom, I had exiled out of my life in that this person had saiid, "that she would wish me a Happy Birthday upon the day of such."That is quite strange for, I've not spoken with this person in 10yr now and more than likely shant speak again anytime in the next 3000yrs either

I was a tourist in some foreign country, a totalitarian state in South America. I come across some old dump of a place, and what do you know? It's a hideout for revolutionaries. And there were commandoes outside, staking the place out. Naturally, I got out of there, but not before things were being shot up. Next, I was back at the condo that I'm staying in this week, near a beach. I walk out, only to see the commandoes rushing towards me, weapons blazing. I ran like hell through the nearby camping ground, bullets whizzing by me. Strangely, none of the people residing there took notice. I got back to the condo, the commandoes long gone. My parents and I bump into a girl, who tells us that they were coming. And wouldn't you know it, they were right in front of us, in civilian clothing this time. There's a little altercation. My dad got stabbed, but I forgot what happened to him. Mom and I get chased across the state by the commandoes, and the last thing I remember is me telling Mom that we should report this to the FBI.

Crazy.

I had a dream that I was playing Wacraft III and these weird treants kept sniffing my Mountain King. It was really strange. I guess that means I've been playing too much Warcraft. It's so fun, though.

Last night I dreamt that I was Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean. I was on an island with Jack Sparrow and Will Turner; it looked like Tortuga because there was a lot of people around and a lot of chaos going on. Anyway, the three of us were sitting together on the beach, trying to figure out where to go from there. We talked for a few minutes and then I saw Will with his shirt off, so I pushed him over, got on top of him and tried to kiss him. He shoved me off of him, and I was furious. I told him that I didn't like him anyway.

That someone I liked died. It made me really sad.

My dream last night was pretty mixed up and crazy.. But there were certain parts that i remember. It doesn't make sense.

Ok. So, there was some sort of party... We had a really deep in-ground pool in our backyard(we don't actually). And then the water all got drained out somehow and a few people(i don't even remember who these people were) got stuck at the bottom of the deep end of the pool, and i was trying to pull them out, and then more people got stuck and someone was upset about it. Then for some reason my sister's cat with her newborn kittens were sitting on the couch in our living room and i kept coming in to check on them... Then, Daniel Tosh from Tosh.0 was in the backyard by the pool playing tricks on people(okay, i'm pretty sure this was because i fell asleep with Comedy Central on...). So, uh, yeah. My dreams rarely follow any sort of logic or even a storyline.

I dreamed my friend's boyfriend was gay.

I dreamed that I was someone other than myself.In fact, I was an African-American teenager in fact living in some remote western territory..

This is the strangest dream I've had that I can remember. It involves a false awakening. I don't remember what I was dreaming of initially, but it transitioned to me laying in bed, just waking up, I got up and went to the bathroom. The first thing I did was look at myself in the mirror, and I couldn't see anything in it, it just looked like it was full of phosphenes, or like when Mario gets the invincibility star. There was also a buzzing emanating from the mirror that got more pronounced as I got closer to it, and also a fuzzy, static-electricity feeling came over me. Then I actually did wake up.

This night I had a dream in which I moved to Chicago and met Al Capone on a train (or was it a bus?) and he wanted to know where I lived but I couldn't tell him because I lived in the city only for a day so I didn't get to know my home adress Later in this dream my mother was attacked by some black boy from a gang but he tried to convince people he wasn't responsible for the attack because he had AS so he didn't know it was a bad thing to do Later this boy had his numerous eyes removed and having lost his sight he could see in infrared. I must add that it took place in the future not the past and that Al had to show me that I had to get off near the Sears store because my house was close to it I met also John Dillinger and Johnny Torrio in this dream and fought them which caused that Al liked me for this

The weirdest dream I've had lately (that I can remember, anyway) was where we adopted a baby girl. Please note, two of those words (adopted and girl) are subject to post-awakening analysis, because no where in the dream was it stated that we adopted the child (who looked like it could have been biologically ours, but there was no memory of pregnancy or earlier months, though oddly an age (9 months) was given), nor was a gender stated (it looked like a girl, so I say girl). We decided to go to the park, and at the park, there was a carousel where we couldn't take the baby. We put her down and started to climb up. It was a carousel in that it had horses and went in circles, but it was like an overlarge staircase too, so we went up and up while talking, then came back down. Once we got back to the bottom, we started walking in the grass. Then we realized we had lost the baby, so we started running. At some point, we must have split up, and I went to a nearby shop, because I thought the shop owner would know where she was. I went inside the shop and started running down the aisles (they were selling wood, by the way; wood sculptures, wood bowls, wood shelving), asking everyone I passed. However, it seemed like it was Babel, as everyone was speaking different languages, none of which I recognized. I got to the front of the store, still looking for the owner, and my grandmother walked in. Now, mind you, my grandmother has been dead for over a year, but she was there, looking like she did at my parents wedding (same outfit, same hairdo, same makeup; she looked very different towards the end) over twenty years ago. I ran to ask her, and she smiled and seemed to think I was saying something happy, but she spoke a different language too.

Then I woke up. It was odd.