Don’t ever remember much of the details, but occasionally I dream that my Dad is still alive - falls into the category of weird (for me anyway).
I had a dream that a meteor had hit our farm. There was no crator, but it did create incredible winds and a nuclear winter. It was windy for a long time, and the snow started blowing around everywhere and was piling higher. Finally my mom said we had to leave and go to a safer place. We started walking out the door to the family van. That was when the dream ended.
For another wierd dream, I have to give a little background. I work in a tractor parts distribution warehouse. We keep the smallest parts in a series of cabinets that are kind of like tool chests. In my dream, this section of the warehouse was fenced in by a chainlink and razor wire fence. Five snipers sat on top of the cabinets, authorized to use lethal force on anyone who did not have permission to enter the cabinets. In my dream, I don’t remember anyone not receiving permission, so no one was ever killed. I had to go into the cabinets. I had permission, so I couldn’t be shot, but the snipers still threatened me if I “loitered” too long. I woke up thinking “huh?”.
I don’t know if this means I am frightened of Fascism, which is understandable, or if I see work as a trap, which I don’t. I like my job.
Hoo boy. You got a while?
“Funny” doesn’t happen that often in my dreams, but “weird” is par for the course. I think I mentioned my “Dr. Evil is teaching my calculus class” dream on this forum a while back. (That’s pretty much all there was to the dream: Dr. Evil is my calculus teacher. He didn’t even do anything that interesting, besides forcing the class to wear Catholic school uniforms.) That was one of my simpler weird dreams.
One of my more memorable dreams started with my brother and I vacationing at a national park. A tour group of senior citizens was there at the same time, and a fellow from our local civic theater was their tour guide. But, as it turned out, said theater fellow was a criminal mastermind who kidnapped the entire tour group and held them hostage in his mansion atop a high mountain within the park. My brother and I took it upon ourselves to rescue the hostages, so we trekked up the mountain and entered the mansion.
The place initially appeared to be empty–no people, no furniture, nothing. The only thing we found on the first floor was a little note that said, “Go upstairs.” The second floor was the same: a bunch of empty rooms and a note telling us to go upstairs. We continued on in this fashion for quite a while–the mansion had about a hundred floors–and eventually we heard conversation coming from the floor above us. The actor-turned-evil-mastermind was on the top floor, having a casual conversation with one of the hostages. When my brother and I confronted the villain, he casually greeted us and congratulated us on making it this far. He even had wrapped presents waiting for us as a reward for our diligence. (At this point, I woke up, but went back to sleep because I wanted to see what happened next.)
The presents weren’t wrapped in paper, but iced like wedding cakes, and we had to scrape off the frosting to open them. Inside each box was a note saying: “This box was supposed to contain a Toy Story video for you. Unfortunately, my secretary forgot to buy it, so I’m just going to stab you to death now.” I look up, and he’s holding a knife…
That’s when I woke up.
There are lots and lots more dreams I could describe, but this’ll do for now.
Totally strange. So maybe Freud’s bizzare theories hold more weight than we might think?
Thanks,
Agent Foxtrot. 
LOL! That totally rocks! Nice! 
A few snippets I can remember from recent dreams:
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A fast-food restaurant whose “gimmick” was that every item on the menu contained marijuana. I’m not 100% sure, but I think Jay and Silent Bob were the cashier and the cook, respectively.
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A grand hallway in a concert hall that was designed to be “played” like a musical instrument. All the statuary, columns, etc. were designed to produce different tones when struck in particular places. The Music department of my school was doing a concert there.
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I found a secret doorway in my grandmother’s basement. Behind it there was a funky old set of restrooms that looked like they hadn’t been used since the 1950s. Beyond that was a massive underground barn which had partially caved in. There were piles of dirt all over the place, and high above I could see skylights, which I could remember seeing in the backyard garden and thinking they were cucumber frames. Off to one side there was a door leading to a tiny bedroom filled with little girls’ toys and a long, winding staircase leading back up to the surface. Somehow I knew that this room had been used to hide a little Swiss girl during World War II (why my grandparents would need to do that, I have no idea).
Once when I was pregnant I had the funniest dream. It still cracks me up.
In my dream I was getting an ultrasound. I look over at the monitor, and see a little monkey in a cage. Alarmed, I ask the doctor “What the hell is that??”
He replies, “Well, since we’re descended from apes, once in a while this happens. We call them simian babies.”
I was so upset, I was crying and saying, “I understand how it can happen, but why does it have to be MY baby?”
In my dream I was on the second death star from Star Wars. For some reason, I was with Obi-Wan and Yoda. The station was going to explode in an hour, and we were imprisoned by the imperial soldiers.
Somehow, we got out. Then, we had to sneak around the ship, trying to avoid Darth Vader and his goons. We were scared. As time passed, tension grew among the imperials, who knew they had only less than an hour to live. We were almost caught once, but the imperial soldiers had low morale, and ran away trying to escape the Death Star before it exploded.
We now had only half an hour before the station exploded. This is where my dream gets really wierd. Me, Yoda and Obi-Wan decided that we weren’t going to make it, so we gave up. For some reason, we all got into the same bunk in an imperial soldier’s quarters.
We talked for a while (note: there were absolutely NO sexual connoctations to this. I repeat, NONE). Then, Yoda’s skeleton somehow became dissattached from his body, and the bones fell apart. Yoda said this was a normal thing for him, so he put himself back together and we began moving.
Finally, with only about 15 minutes before the Death Star was set to explode, we found a rebel Star Destroyer docked with the station. There was a large crowd of ailens waiting to get on so they could escape.
I remember feeling scared that they would run out of room before I got a chance to get on, so I ran for the open door of the Star Destroyer.
Suddenly, I found myself in a room that looked quite like my living room. Me, Obi-Wan and Yoda were just about to go through the screen door to safety when I spotted someone on the couch. This person was one of my classmates from school. He was just sitting there, calmly watching TV and eating something, either cheetos or popcorn, I forget which.
I asked him if he wanted to come with us so he wouldn’t get blown up. He calmly said, “no, I’ll just watch TV”. So we left him and went out the screen door. Then I woke up.
Ah-HA!
I finally found it! I started a thread much like this one years ago – here it is.
Actually, it’s a link to the OP only, but it saves me a bunch of copying.
–SSgtBaloo
LeeshaJoy, wasn’t that aural concert hall from an episode of The Magic Schoolbus?
I’ve been using too much spraypaint, and took a nap to relieve myself of the headache that ensued. I fell asleep rather awkwardly positioned. I dreamt that long ago I traded something with a French man who moved to a mountainous area in the middle of nowhere in Colorado (redundant, I know). To get there, I took an SUV that drove itself. It fell off a cliff but landed like a cat-- I somehow expected this. Then I realized, I’d been laying back across the seats as I’m prone to doing when we travel, and I sat up to see out the windows better. Of course, I was sleeping in that position, and woke up.
:eek:
Tune in for our next thrilling episode of mystery dream theatre 3000!
I was a waitress in a dumpy restaurant. In walked Oprah, and she was a fat Oprah at that. She wore dark glasses and an overcoat. I served her order - coffee flavored Slim Fast - and then she ordered french fries with a side of grease for dessert.
I know, pretty obvious stuff. But kind of amusing at the time. BTW, I have never been a waitress in my life, nor do I watch Oprah.
Boy, these are all great so far. I can share another good one that I had a few years back…
This was when I was still in high school (where I had to wear a uniform). I was in my kilt, in some huge mansion with a bunch of people in it, and everyone was laughing at me 'cause they were dressed to the nines, and here i was in my ugly kilt. Suddenly a grinning girl comes up to me and exclaims, “You can be anything you want today!” I don’t know why, but I chose to be a maitre’d (sp?). So she handed me a tea towel and told me to drape it over my forearm like you see butlers do. So here I was walking around with this tea towel in my kilt, very proud of myself. Next thing I know I’m eating dinner with my parents. I excitedly tell my dad, “Guess what? I got to be a maitre’d today!” He looks at me like I’m crazy and says, “That’s not how you pronounce it! You don’t pronounce it ‘mate-er-dee’!” I said, “Well then, how do you pronounce it?” And he says, “MISTER BINGLEY!” like it was something that comes natural and I really ought to have known. In the dream I thought, “Hey, that really makes sense!” but then I woke up, and it didn’t so much anymore…
Last night I dreamt that I was in a Bible study with a bunch of long-time friends (none of these dream individuals are familiar IRL), led by the deacon at my Church (who does actually conduct Bible studies for we 30-somethings). We were at his home, as usual, and his house-guest joined us for a bit. He turned out to be Evan Farmer from “While you were out.” Evan kept mixing up whether he was doing a Bible study or running an WYWO episode, and hilarity ensued, the details of which have faded since I woke up. But Evan apparently does a really good send-up of Moses, according to my subconscious.
Hockey fans might find this one amusing.
A couple of years ago I dreamed I attended a backyard cocktail-type party, and spent the entire time hanging around and engaging in mutual flirting with (now retired) Avalanche goalie Patrick Roy. I discovered him to be friendly, intelligent, funny and quite charming. It was remarkably undreamlike (no pink spiders or other odd elements), and we had a wonderful time chatting the night away.
I should mention that when I’m awake I’m a Red Wings fan. When I woke up I didn’t know whether to bust out laughing or throw up. I went around for a couple of days with the disturbing sense that my subconscious had deliberately played an excellent practical joke on me. I swear I kept hearing a Nelson Muntz-style “HAA-ha!” in the back of my head.
I was married in 1995, just on the tail of the OJ trial, and my dad was the minister at my wedding. WELL, I dreamed that he decided it would be funny to dress up as Judge Lance Ito for the ceremony and then be all silly. But, when he did, nobody go the joke.
I always have funny or weird dreams. I’ve actually never had a nightmare, to my recollection. One of the recent champions in the weird dream competition for me was after I’d spent all day watching the Critic DVD set. I dreamed myself into the show… I was animated. That was kinda nifty.
No you don’t.
You really, really don’t.
I write the dreams that I remember (and are not too inappropriate) to my Livejournal.
I notice that I often find myself repeating a part of the dream. Maybe I should pay more attention to those parts instead of trying to move on to see where the plot is headed.
I once dreamed I was Juliet and I was sneaking around dating Romeo while hoping my parents wouldn’t find out. Then one day I told my parents to #$*& off and that I was going to do what I wanted from now on–but when I went to tell Romeo that we could get married now and my parents wouldn’t stop us, the s.o.b. told me that he wasn’t ready for committment!