# Extremely Weird Dream! **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [March 10, 2010, 6:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955 "2010-03-10T06:57:38Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 5\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![ralph124c](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/8797f3/32.png) [@ralph124c](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/ralph124c)\ **Post date:** [March 10, 2010, 6:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955/1 "2010-03-10T06:57:38Z")
Most dreams are strange…and I usually forget them shortly after waking. This one was so vivid, that it stayed with me. Because of this, I thought I’d share it…and ask your reaction. What the hell does this mean? I was with a group of friends, and we had just left a cemetary (after a funeral). I was driving a go-kart like vehicle, so there was no body to the car. I then left, driving up a mountain road. I passed a fire station, but nobody was around…then I was chased by two huge wolves…for some reason, the go-kart would not go very fast…I was able to spray water (from a spray bottle) into the attacking wolf’s eyes, but the other one kept chasing me…and actually nipped at my feet. Then I woke up! Weird!😕 ---
**Author:** ![Balance](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/ccd318/32.png) [@Balance](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Balance)\ **Post date:** [March 10, 2010, 7:32pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955/2 "2010-03-10T19:32:06Z")
You have lost something, or fear losing something, the absence of which leaves you feeling vulnerable (funeral, parting from friends, no “armor” of a car body, no protective authority figures at the fire station, ineffectual-seeming defenses). Also, you left the fan on, and your feet were cold. Kidding. I got nothing, really. Dream analysis is about on par with reading tea leaves in my book…though maybe that’s just because anyone seriously analyzing my dreams would end up calling for a straitjacket. 😉 ---
**Author:** ![Sarabellum](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/sarabellum/32/3492_2.png) [@Sarabellum](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sarabellum)\ **Post date:** [March 10, 2010, 7:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955/3 "2010-03-10T19:38:43Z")
I once dreamed that I found a talking duck that was made out of orange peels. He could only say one word (“dink!”) but he was completely understandable and managed to discuss a great many topics with ease. It was a very strange dream. ---
**Author:** ![KRC](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/45deac/32.png) [@KRC](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/KRC)\ **Post date:** [March 11, 2010, 2:42am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955/4 "2010-03-11T02:42:59Z")
I once dreamed that I went to Heaven but it was a vast wilderness area with very few people in it and the people I found were Cambodians who didn’t speak English. That’s what I get for listening to all those anti-war songs as a kid. ---
**Author:** ![armedmonkey](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/d6d6ee/32.png) [@armedmonkey](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/armedmonkey)\ **Post date:** [March 11, 2010, 3:24am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/extremely-weird-dream/531955/5 "2010-03-11T03:24:39Z")
Weirdest dream I’ve ever had: Laying in bed and awoken by a noise. I walked downstairs to check the noise out, which seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Nothing there. But then… I woke up _again_, to find myself in my bed. Odd, dream, but, I heard a noise in the kitchen, and I walked downstairs. This time there was a cute mother with her five year old daughter looking for food. I asked them what they were doing in my kitchen and the little girl said, “potato chips”. At that time I noticed that there was a bag of chips that had fallen… umm… _up_ and was laying on the ceiling. I thought, "oh crap, it’s the same dre… And then I woke up _the third time_, to find myself in my bed with another noise in the kitchen. This time it was motorcycles. So I walk downstairs and it’s my childhood friends wanting me to go riding with them. I do. Then I wake up a _fourth_ time to find myself in my bed and the clock radio blasting some classic rock song. I got up, took a shower and went to work. I spent the whole day wondering, “Did I really wake up? Am I still dreaming?”