What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Taking a nap this afternoon, I had a bit of an odd dream.

My nephew and I were driving down the road and we saw a building just off the road about a mile or two out of town that we had never seen before so we stopped to check it out.

It wasn't all that big a building and had some parking around it but not a whole lot. It was obviously not a home, not a church, not a store, not a school, not a warehouse, ... . There were a few vehicles parked around it. There were no signs or other decorations to indicate the purpose.

We went in the door and saw no flags, pictures, paintings, or book shelves, anywhere. There was no receptionist desk or anything like that.

Ahead of us we saw some room with men and women sitting around talking. Everyone was well dressed and nearly all were about 60 or older. More importantly, we didn't know anyone there and they didn't know us. These were all strangers. In my town, that would be highly unusual.

There was no table, but some were holding notepads and clipboards, but none appeared to have any writing.

One possibility might have been that it was a ranch office, but if it had been, we would have definitely known some people in the room.

Our presence did not seem to make anyone uncomfortable but it was obvious that we had surprised them and they wondered why we had walked in.

I saw a door on the other side of the room so I walked down the hall to the other side and stood in it while my nephew stood in the first door. I started to talking to one older woman who seemed to have an air of authority and we had a pleasant, casual conversation while we each tried to figure out who the other one was.

I also opened one door in the hallway that opened into an office with three people in it. One was sitting behind a desk, one sat on a chair and the other on a sofa. Again, no pictures, flags, paintings, or books. They were surprised but didn't say anything so I apologized for the intrusion and closed the door.

There was also a small coffee counter to make coffee, but nothing resembling a kitchen.

After a little while we left with no more idea of what was going on than when we went into the building.

I dreamt I was being harassed by a couple of young russian punks with knives and clubs, and the father of the bigger and nastier of the pair saw what was happening and stepped between me and his son, angrily expressed to the sun how ashamed he was of his son's unbecomingly thuggish behavior and how he brought shame upon his family and Russians in general, and slapped him so hard that his son spun around and spun into the ground.

I dreamt I was with my late sister in a motor home, she went someplace with some young women while I hung out for a while before I decided to hop out the back via some kind of elevator device. once outside I found myself in another building where there was food all over the place, I went to the bathroom and there was food in there also, but I hadda #1 like mad so I did that and made a mess.

I dreamt I was in some alternate reality where I was getting out of the military, and all us servicemember's POVs [privately owned vehicles] had to be stores in large Veteran's Administration-sponsored garages for safe keeping. we all got on busses at the outprocessing center and rode to our respective garage in other far-off cities, and when I got there I saw a large jay-leno-styled facility with all sorts of classic cars including some I'd never seen before in waking life. I spotted a '79 Chevy Nova, appliance-green inside and out with naugahyde upholstery and fake wood on the dash and door panels and steering wheel. for some reason I hopped inside, started it and drove it away around the town. I rather liked it, it was smooth and quiet. when I got back to the garage everybody had left, I was the only person in the building. I explored some other cars but none of them would let me enter them and drive them, so i wandered outside and down the street and after a lot of walking came up on a hospital. I walked inside and found some of the Veteran's Administration officials [all wearing identical mohair uniforms] but they were all tight-lipped and wouldn't answer my questions as to where I was and what I was doing there. nobody else I asked would help or they'd give me wrong info. at this time the phrase, "this world is just a big ball of confusion" entered my thinking and wouldn't let go until I awoke. I wandered around a nearby shopping mall a block from the hospital and nobody would help me there either.

I was visiting an old friend with a family of couple of kids, letting me stay for a few nights, when I was going through a messy closet in the guest bedroom to clean it up, when I saw something VERY disturbing. I looked at it, and screamed, "Oh my God! There's a dead kid hiding in the closet!!"

i dreamt last night, in a series of nightmares, that redneck maga sheriffs and maga "men in black" had kidnapped me, in the first dream i was sucked into a building with a very long hallway similar to the opening of the tv series "get smart" where i went through one door then another before ending up trapped in an elevator that i was shoved into by the men in black, the other people in the elevator seemed to be zombies, there was a blown-up printout of a social media post in there where i objected to the policies of MAGA, and before the doors closed the men in black told me to keep my opinions to myself, the elevator plummeted at breakneck speed and jerked me around violently, bruising and contusing me, before suddenly stopping and slamming me to the floor. the doors opened, the men in black pulled me out and told me i'd better become right wing or else they'd pick me up and do worse to me, then the dream segued into a redneck sheriff dragging me to his office, trapping me in there with a bunch of women, not letting any of us use the restroom, several of the women wet their pants and they alternately whipped and cursed at the women for fouling their office that way, whereas with me they taunted me by pissing in front of me into coffee urns then drinking it, making me vomit in disgust, then they spit it on me.

I had a dream where I had a new job -- delivering meals four days a week in a nearby town from the local old-time lunch counter to customers in town by bicycle.

Of course, the first step was to ride my bicycle to the next down and back each day.

I had a dream this morning in which I was talking to someone when another guy walked up, pointed a revolver at his head, and shot, killing him.

I called the police to report the murder and the police took two or three hours to showing up.

I dreamed there was some stranger hanging around me wherever I went and I couldn't get rid of him.

This dream could gross you out, so I am going to keep this short. In the dream, I was a lawyer representing a dark-haired misunderstood boy who was framed for bullying but he did nothing wrong. I won the case and the family thanked me for all my work and then the boy thanked me himself. The family slowly went out of the courtroom and are ambushed by a group of journalists, the majority are male. The boy began to feel anxious and began walking around like he was drunk. He then regurgitated dark vomit to the shock of everyone including me. The dream finished and I woke up.

I dreamt that I had just exited the army, I went to a video store and got me a videocassette of a movie, I tried to pay for it but they told me "you're only borrowing this." I then hopped on board a transnational bus and we went down the road, and I stuck the cassette into a player which quickly ate the tape, spitting it out with tape spilling out of the cassette, and as I tried to stuff the tape back inside the cassette, something inside the cassette determinedly spit the tape all out all over the floor of the bus. I swore at the infernal thing, and after an interminable period, the bus ended up somewhere in the red rocks of southwestern Utah, where we got off the bus at some rocky tourist spot that had precisely one outhouse that quickly developed a line of female tourists. the first tourist exited the loo, the 2nd tourist hopped in then immediately jumped out with a sour expression, and she loudly complained about how the first tourist smelled up the place, whereupon the first tourist tartly replied, "I think, therefore I stink."

I dreamt that I was back at work in the hospital operating room, I was scrubbed in on some post-childbirth revision, they were sewing up a 4+ degree repair after a difficult birth, the OB that was operating was slow and soon the nursing supervisor replaced him with another surgeon who was quicker but meaner, she skimped on the anaesthesia and the patient was yelping with pain, but the repair was finished much more rapidly. then she left an assistant, my sweetie, to finish with the superficial repair, and I cut the knot on the final suture. I took my scissor to the sink, forgetting about the rest of the instruments, and as I washed it, it morphed into some kind of electro-cautery device made half of metal and the other half of human skin, and I hadda be careful about washing it for that reason. I sprayed some kind of solution into the i/o jacks and blew 'em out with compressed air. then I awoke.

I dreamt I was flying in a helicopter, we in the aircraft were swooping and zooming at a rate that made me thing the craft would soon fly apart, but then we quickly swept down to the ground, whereupon the 'copter turned into a motor home. my mother and my sweetie were waiting for me in there, having materialized after the transformation, and my mom told me that the motor home would have to be reconfigured in order for it to be more acceptable for her to live there, and my sweetie nodded along. there was food here and there, it had been sitting out in the open for a while but was still tasty, these fruity cream cheesy pastry things, flat bread but infused with cream cheese and strawberries jam, yum

Last night I dreamed that I kept waking up in the middle of the night and spontaneously deciding to go to a certain store (I have a lot of dreams about grocery stores because they're one of my biggest sources of anxiety), which I went to using an app on my phone that allowed me to teleport. Every time I went there I saw these two other people (they're real people who I've had a very complicated relationship with over most of my life but that's irrelevant) and I was confused why they were always there at the same time I was (and at 3 in the morning). I gradually began to realize that I was being sent subliminal messages through a die I have next to my bed and occasionally roll for no particular reason (I do in fact have such a die, but it's a d60 and in the dream it was a d12) and these were causing me to keep going to the store. I decided I had to warn the two other people ("Eddie" and "Bill") about it because the same thing was presumably happening to them. Eddie had already figured it out and explained to me that he'd turned the power off in the building so they couldn't tell where we were and he was building a wall to keep them out of a certain section of the store until we could teleport somewhere safe. However, Bill had gone to the bathroom and never came back, and Eddie told me it was too late to look for him. I disagreed and went off in the other direction. I found Bill sleeping, presumably drugged, in a closet, and started carrying him back, but I was stopped by two security guards. I began to physically fight the guards, but by doing that I woke myself up kicking. I was really mad because I wanted to see how the story ended.

I was dreaming about hamsters
They were crying and I don't really want to talk about it anymore

I had been shown how to operate an entire factory but there were other things going on such as my discovery of two small golden beetles that were inhabiting a vacuum packed, polythene bag that contained the remains of other dead and dedicated insect parts.

I was attempting, with some difficulty to shut down the machines and fans correctly, assist in a covert police investigation, and simultaneously free the beetles. I was made aware through some form of telepathic communication that the beetles were "Egyptian Golden Beetles", which could deliver a nasty bite. I was hesitant to release them into a new environment but since the packaging was open didn't want to hang on to them and get bitten.