Describe the most bizarre dream you've had recently

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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If most people are anything like me (and I assume they are), then from time to time we all have dreams of such an incoherent, nonsensical nature that your first thought when you wake up is “What the hell was THAT?” I had such a dream last night that was surprisingly epic in its WTF-ness even by my standards, and it’s just the sort of thing that I feel compelled to share, so I figured i’d throw the floor open for anyone who feels like sharing some bizarre dream they’ve had lately.

My dream;

I had just finished a long day working at the grocery store and I went outside to find that several feet of snow had been dumped on the entire area. Even though the freeway was empty and unplowed, I determined to get in my car and drive home. I only made it about 5 miles before my car got stuck in the snow, though, and I decided i’d have to abandon it and go on foot. I only made it a few miles more before the snow was up to my chest, and I decided I’d have to turn around. I got back to my car and drove back to the store, figuring I could stay there until they plowed the freeway. By the time I got back it was so busy that all the stocking i’d done over the day had been wiped out, so they let me clock back in and work for a few hours.
Eventually it was late at night and the road was clear, so I got back in my car to drive home. There was fog, though, and it got so thick that I couldn’t see anything even with my fog lights on, so I hit the brakes. It was lucky I did, because there was a huge chasm in the freeway right in front of me and I would have gone right over the edge. I had to take an exit i’ve never used before and ended up in a neighborhood on the edge of town that I don’t know. I was driving around the side streets trying to find a place I recognized when, at about 2 AM, I found myself in this place i’ve actually seen in my dreams a few times before. It’s a town with really narrow roads and no stop signs, traffic lights, or lampposts at all, where there aren’t any people and all the buildings are these massive Gothic cathedrals, standing there all empty and ominous. I tried to check the map on my phone and I couldn’t see a route back into town, so I parked the car and took a look around.
I ended up in a place that, in my dream, is supposed to be a famous museum that was built by a madman in the 19th century. He built the entire place himself and filled it with bizarre artwork and sculptures of people dying horribly, and supposedly once it was done he walled himself up in one of the nooks and waited to die. It was creepy as hell, but I knew it was safe because nobody else was around, so I gave myself a tour and then took a nap.
I woke up after the sun had come up, but I couldn’t find my way back to my car. I found out there was a bus stop with a bus that would find your car for you, so I waited there until the 8 o’clock bus came and talked with some German tourists who were very nice. Eventually I got back in my car and found out the main road back to where I live was still blocked, but there was another route I could take. I drove northwest into another town that doesn’t exist in the real world and looked like a New England tourist village. From there, I learned, I would have to take a toll bridge out to an island, then drive through a tunnel back to the mainland, and take a highway through the swamp to get back home. I had to park and go in a convenience store to pay the bridge toll. A man inside asked me for directions (which I was somehow able to give him), and he thanked me by giving me a pint of vodka and a package of English muffins. I realized that it was a trick, though - the vodka was stolen and I was going to get arrested when I tried to leave the store, so I took off running, jumped in my car, and blazed on down the road.
I went over the bridge and through the tunnel, and was driving along a single-lane road through a swamp. The swamp was filled with 19th century gravestones. Eventually I got to the edge of the swamp - but ahead of me was a giant downhill slope, and at the end of it the road turned into a 100-foot-high loop like they have on roller coasters, and after that it launched into a giant ramp. I watched two cars try the loop ahead of me. One made it to the top, then fell straight down and exploded. The next one made it all the way through the loop, but lost control after that, drove off the side of the road, and sank into the swamp. Lemmy (the lead singer of Motorhead, who was now in my passenger seat for some reason) told me I only had one chance and I better make it good. The light turned green, I floored it, and I went down the hill and through the loop. I hit the ramp and my car sailed hundreds of feet over the swamp and landed on a cushioned platform back in town. Lemmy and I got out in front of a crowd of thousands of cheering spectators and we were handed a giant trophy. Lemmy said he was going to Disneyland.
Right about then, I woke up.

(There was also a "subplot" to this dream where some scientists cloned Hitler in a laboratory. Hitler injected himself with vampire DNA so he'd turn into a vampire, then bit the scientists and turned them into vampire slaves. They holed up in an abandoned garage next to a gas station and were renting out golf carts as part of a scheme to take over the world.
I'm not really sure how that fits into the above narrative, though.)
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Here’s the one I have last Wednesday night: I was in a familiar neighborhood-with my brother and another man. We were racing dogsleds around a lake-there were patches of ice, and when the sleds hit pavement, they kept going. It seemed to be a warm day-the ice was melting. Oddly, there seemed to be no dog teams around.

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One from early this morning (I woke up almost two hours before the alarm was to go off, dozed off again, and had this dream):

I’m with my family at an unfamiliar airport. We are running late, and I’m feeling very stressed. We’re trying to find where we should check in. Everything in this airport is in one narrow and incredibly long corridor, and things seem to be all messed up - check-in counters mixed in with shops and restaurants - until I realize that it’s all in alphabetical order.

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The earth was flooded, and humanity fled.

I and a few survivors fled to the moon; after a few centuries, the floods receded, and we returned, and began repopulating the earth on the southeastern tip of Australia.

We didn’t know that the mass of humanity had fled in a giant earth-shaped hot-air balloon (decorated like a globe) into deep space, programmed to return much later. The balloon–hundreds of miles across–landed almost direct atop our Aussie town, and from the magnificently huge basket, animals poured forth, all sorts of animals.

The animals didn’t know how to behave at first, so they lolled in the grass like infants. But then one animal would think of a behavior, say, meowing, and suddenly all the animals of its ilk would begin meowing. This was the deliberate process of reprogramming animal behavior.

That’s all I remember. Weird enough?

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Just last night:

I was with a group of relatives who were post-morteming a wedding, at which I had been an usher (I was a young man in the dream). There is a lot of talk about “next time we’ll do it better” so I ask innocently if someone else in the family is getting married. Everyone kind of smirks or looks down, and then one of them says “Yes, you are! Your father and (some other guy) have arranged a marriage between you and (the other guy’s) daughter!”

I then look at my father, who is a cross between Pierce Brosnan and some guy I saw in the gym last night, who looks a little abashed but doesn’t back down. I then start to rant about how I’m not marrying any woman, I don’t like women, I am gay, do you understand what that means, etc. etc. I then turn to my mother (Bea Arthur) for sympathy, but she is kind of useless. So then I go back to ranting. Fade out.

Not particularly surreal, but completely out of left field. My parents, by the way, looked nothing like those people, and I remember perfectly well what they looked like (Robert Mitchum and Donna Reed, if you want to know).
Roddy

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From a few nights ago:

I took a walk in the woods by myself, sat down next to a stream, watched it flow.

There was a shack across the stream, and four big burly guys came out of it right at me. “What’s up?” they asked aggressively. “Need something? No? Then I suggest you MOVE ON.”

I didn’t want a fight, so I started to move on–but that’s when I saw the mangy bear clinging to a tree in front of me. “Uh, guys, I don’t think I’m gonna go that way,” I said, and the guys were trying to decide whether to take me out when the bear slid down the tree really suddenly.

That’s when I realized the baby bear was right next to me. “Crap!” I shouted, and started running, but then the baby bear thought it was tag and started chasing me, and the mama bear thought I was messing with her baby and started chasing me, and the burly guys were getting in my way as I tried to escape.

Finally I convinced the mama bear I was okay, and we all hung out and I got to scratch a lot of bear heads. So it was cool.

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I dreamed that I was some kind of medical student, and I was to learn how to “process” people through their death. I was in a hospital-type room with two beds. On each bed was a 60-ish naked woman. There was also some sort of doctor there, who was to guide me through the procedure. The lights were low, but I could see the controls on the walls in detail. The room was a little chilly, and there was never any odor.

At this point, something went wrong, and we had to make some major adjustments in the controls. We turned off the controls for the second person while we worked on the first. Each person had a large tube connecting her body to the controls.

We chose one of the women, and got a large metal oblong tub, a little smaller than a bathtub. I don’t remember actually dismembering her, but the next thing I knew, her body parts were in the vat. No head, no hands or feet, no genitals. Just a torso and dismembered arms and legs. There was no blood. The contents of the tub were sort of simmering and steaming.

Then a young nurse appeared, and told me I had to change my underwear. I suppose I had had a nervous accident. She held up a sheet, so I could have some privacy while I changed my underwear. She assured me that this was very common for beginners.

At one point the doctor assured me that I wouldn’t be reacting so much once the bodies were cooked.

Then it was the second person’s turn, except by now he was a man. I spoke with him a little, and noticed that he had already been “cleaned out,” meaning that all his internal and external organs were already gone. He just had a gaping hole, and was completely empty, like the carcass of a chicken. I commented that once he was cut up, he’d fit into the same metal vat along with the woman. The man, still alive, agreed with me.

It was then that my cat mercifully woke me up.

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A couple nights ago I dreamed I was on “The Big Bang Theory”.

I had a few lines. It wasn’t a particularly good episode.

Put that together with my previous cameo appearances on “Seinfeld”, and I should be getting some sort of residual checks anytime now.

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I have pretty wild extremely vivid and involved dreams most nights. If I think of it, I’ll check back in tomorrow a.m. If I don’t make a point of remembering them, they fade pretty quickly.

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I had a quite detailed sports dream a couple of nights ago that the Ravens defeated the Buccaneers in the Super Bowl, 30-24, in double overtime.

Just one problem in real life, though; the Ravens were already eliminated two weeks ago.

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Over the past 3 years, I’ve had multiple dreams where I was in some kind of maze that I could not escape even though exits clearly marked and not blocked off in any way.

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One of the packages I’ve been waiting for finally got delivered – by somebody wearing a fursuit.

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I want to know what some of you folks are eating for a bedtime snack!

I usually don’t remember my dreams. But last night, I dreamt my Daddy came home. I first saw him from the back and thought, “Gee, he looks familiar!”

Then he turned around, and it was my Daddy. I yelled, “DADDY!!!” and ran over to hug him.

I asked where he had been, and he said, “Well, I had to go help a friend.”

Daddy died in 2008.

~VOW

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Last night I dreamed that I owned a large collection of cars that apparently people had given me as gifts. It seemed like most of them were older higher end cars; I distinctly remember one of them was an old high-mileage BMW sedan, and a pair of older Acuras. Many of them were essentially “duplicates”, that is the same model and year as another car in the collection, with just some minor difference, like a different color. So I decided to thin out the collection an sell off the duplicates. But how do I decided which to keep and which to sell? Like that pair of Acuras I mentioned earlier, one was a convertible* with a manual transmission, while the other was a coupe with an automatic and in better condition. So I decided to take both for a drive and keep the one I enjoyed driving more, starting with the convertible. The bizarre thing was that it had a mirror in the middle of the cabin, mounted on a long movable arm that looked exactly like the arm that the light over a dentist’s chair is attached to. I don’t remember anything after that, so I assume I must have woken up after that part.

*Did Acura ever actually make a convertible in real life? I don’t think they did.

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Yeah, had a really detailed dream last night, just before I woke up to take a leak. Nothing crazy weird, but the thing that amazes me is the detail. A big part of it took place in a library. I was walking around, reading the spines - like I like to do IRL. I won’t bore you with the detail, but I could’ve told you so much detail about the library layout, the books I looked at, the book I was holding, the library’s staff and policies, and such. Then there was an issue about going to lunch in a cafeteria. Again, I won’t bore you, but I remembered more detail than I remember from real life.

Often my dreams have a real sensation of time passing. Often I’m traveling or commuting, and I KNOW that I’ve made that commute 100s of times.

So what is the current thinking? How long do these dreams actually take? The amount of detail and the sense of considerable time passing just astounds me.

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Last night I dreamed that I was about to go on stage for a big concert hall tribute to the Beatles, which they were all present at. I was going to mention how much the Beatles had meant to me, but that overall I preferred the Who.

What a laff riot that would’ve been.

Yes, I am considering cutting back on late-night snacks.

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I don’t remember dreams after about a day, but they are almost always about traveling on some sort of vehicle. Usually trains. Last night I dreamt I had a scooter-like hovercraft I went everywhere in. I kept repairing it as it steadily broke down (it was a cheapie model) until it was basically garbage and unusable. I’m sure there is some sort of subliminal meaning there somewhere.

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I had a fairly disturbing dream a few nights ago. I had gotten into some trouble with the law. It was a fairly detailed scenario but I don’t remember much of that part. Eventually I was sentenced to death. The decision was mailed to me in a letter, telling me to report to a certain facility on a certain date, to be put to death. There was a long sequence where I was considering my options – if I tried to run, I figured I’d probably be caught (although my waking brain says, so what?). I seemed to be very concerned with the actual execution process and whether something might go wrong. I somehow had a conversation with the executioner ahead of time, and he said if anything went wrong, he had a couple of swords he would use to finish me off, which didn’t assuage my worries very much. It was only on the morning of the execution that I finally considered the possibility of consulting a lawyer, but thought that it was probably too late. This is one of those dreams I was very glad to awaken from.

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I had a doozie last night. For context for this dream, let me tell you a little about my grandmother. She died about a decade ago. While she was alive, she never missed an election, but was a firm believer in the secret ballot: She never, under any circumstances, told anyone who she voted for. Although she was plenty smart, and could doubtless have succeeded in any career she had chosen, she spent her working years as a full-time mother (she had 11 children). And I don’t think she ever in her life had a cell phone.

Well, anyway, the dream: I got a text message from my grandmother, telling me that there would be a supernova soon that I should watch for, and telling me the best location to watch for it from. The location was grid-based, like in a video game with discrete moves (i.e., you could be in THIS square, or the NEXT square over, but not in between). As I was going to that location, I was contacting neutrino observatories, trying to figure out how Gramma could have gotten advanced notice of a supernova. About the time I got there, though, I remembered that she was currently aboard the International Space Station, and it turned out that she had gotten a supernova mixed up with a meteor shower: She had decided to take advantage of the ISS passing over the eastern US, and arranged for the station to jettison waste in such a way that it’d produce an impressive spectacle burning up in the atmosphere, in celebration of Biden’s inauguration (the dream, apparently, was set on Inauguration Day). And it really did make an impressive spectacle, with the reflected light of the space station itself orbiting across the sky, while a meteor trail along the same path broke up into multiple meteor trails. All of which I somehow saw in the middle of the day.