What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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i dreamed i went into the third bedroom (which is a store room) and i was going to get some supermarket plastic bags that i have stored so as to bag up some garbage, and as i pulled some bags out of where i had crammed them into, i saw a wad of money. i suddenly thought "so that is where the deficit is". then i woke up, and i went to where i found the money in my dream but it was not there.

what a nuisance it was that i woke up to pursue a rainbows end, when i really needed 4 more hours of sleep

I was a young man, 15 years old, in a forest with my father. He had killed someone, and we were travelling to a sacred place to ask permission of the forest spirits to bury the man he had killed. I can't remember why he had killed the man, just that he had crept up on him from behind when the man was kneeling in the forest, but that he felt what he had done was just and the man had been dangerous in some way. The dead man was wrapped in skins, and I didn't see his face the whole time, and for some reason neither had my father.

We reached the sacred place. And I was sent on a quest by the spirits. It took me on a journey where I discovered that the man my father had killed had been me. I wept bitterly for my father when I realised he was yet to kill me, and he did not know that was what he had done. I went through the quest, knowing all the while that I would find myself kneeling in the forest, being killed by my father.

I dreamed I was in a facility where they were using technology to temporarily resurrect the dead, and I watched while a young man was shown an apparition of one of his parents, only for it to fade and fizzle out like an old film, and it really upset him.

It...was life within my life.

LIFECEPTION

"Tell my dad that I'm 21 and 5 months, and that the bacteria is eating all the Cheetos before you. I'm going to slide down the noodle tube to my spaceship."

My brain is nonsensical.

i dreamt that i had put a bunch of cast-off possessions into a big cart and parked it on the side of the road on the way to school. once i reached school, all we all did there was to idly discuss trifling matters and gossip, then when the bell rang at 3, i went back home, noticed that my cart full of cast off stuff was still by the side of the road, then i noticed that outside the apartment i was living in, had a bunch of construction scaffolding on the side. something possessed me to avoid walking in through the lobby to get to my apartment, but instead to jump up on the scaffolding and laboriously clamber up over a bunch of bamboo poles [the whole scaffolding was made of bamboo and rope], ascending past the open windows of various other apartment dwellers who watched me climb with obvious bemusement, until i reached my floor where i climbed over the balcony wall and noticed to my consternation that i had locked my balcony sliding door and secured it shut with a section of broomhandle in the track, so there was no getting in there. so i climbed up on the roof and went to the back over the emergency exit stairwell, climbed down, walked in the back door, then eventually made it to my apartment door. upon entering, i noticed all my stuff had been removed and in its place was an art gallery, with the walls all done up in salmon pink and the berber carpeting in a square in the middle, was periwinkle mottled with tiny salmon pink splotches. on the carpeting were mannequins in various poses, these were animated mannequins that could move and be posed in whatever shape the curator wanted 'em to be in. the curator was WP's very own moog, he was dressed in salmon silk shirt and threadbare gold lame pants and a brown furry cashmere pullover sweater, and he had several days' growth of beard on his face, his hair was close-cropped military-style and he had on stylish sunglasses with the shades a very light hue, to where i could easily see his eyes. he told me that he could do physical manipulation of my muscles and joints to ease my pains, and he proceded to move me into postures that did ease my aches and pains. then he did the same with one particular mannequin, who couldn't talk but smiled at him in gratitude. then i awoke.

I dreamed I had a pet pig.

All my dreams have been weird.

I have had a lot of weird dreams. I started writing them down when I was 23. I have just identified the meaning of the following dreams. (The texts I have at home are many pages long and full of details, including my emotions and the atmosphere).

Many dreams are of me running through chambers in houses where the lowest piece of the walls is missing (there is a gap between floor and wall) in several dreams. Also there is a lot of wind and the walls are partly rotten.

In many dreams I have to go back to save somebody or pick up something that Ive forgotten on the way, and so the dreams are backwards, kind of.

One of the strangest is me as a child running into a completely damaged and old building. There I see some sweet cats which I want to greet. Then the cats become evil and hypnotize me from all sides, so that I cant move. Im trapped in an invisible spider web-like trap because they hypnotize me. Some of the cats turn into rats, but they are all black and are starring at me to keep me from moving, and walking slowly around me from all sides. I wonder why they are evil and am scared. Im standing with the arms and legs out and use all my power, but cant move. They where targeting me with pure evilness for some unknown reason.

In another dream Im standing in a street and thousands of half invisible people run directly through me, without noticing my presence, no matter how much I try to get their attention. Its all the people that have lived, live now and will live, and the message is that they dont care about me.

These dreams are all related to a traumatic experience that happened to me many years ago, and which I have forgotten until recently.

I remember a dream that involved eating a burger. But it tasted like cloth. When I woke up my pillow had saliva all over it.

I'm an Aspergic, furry fan of fantasy writing. My subconscious is on par with places such as the Discworld, neverland and wonderland. I'll let you imagine what my dreams are like as for me to explain them I would need to use several words that have yet to be created by society.

Apart from the trying to kill myself dreams (still not gone away)...

...I dreamt I was in a performing arts college, making drinks machines appear in the walls.

I dreamt I said hello to a mountain lion, it was relatively friendly, and it sniffed my nose.

I've been having dreams about the people I went to high school with lately