I had two dreams last night that made me go “huh?” One isn’t so surreal, but I always wonder where these things come from.
I was with an ex-girlfriend (although in the dream we weren’t “ex”) We went to my folks, I did some things there while she waited patiently. She then sat down on my lap, kissed me thoroughly and said: You know it is over between us.
I haven’t thought about her in more than 15 years. Why dream about her now? Why dream about her dumping me now? I find dreams fascinating (even boring ones like that.)
Does anyone else have normal dreams that take a sudden David Lynch-like turn? I had one of those last night…
I was supposed to meet a friend someone I’ve never driven to before, and I made it most of the way there before getting lost. Fortunately, there was a, um, caravan? headed that way, so they let me aboard. Eventually my friend showed up and explained I’d missed a turn some ways back. Instead of leaving the caravan for her car, she ended up aboard it too.
Apparently we were nearing our destination, but eventually I noticed that the caravan was no longer driving on a road. Instead it was on tracks like a coal car or a roller coaster. At one sharp turn the sky turned light gray and I looked out the window to see the only thing still in color - a giant rust colored anglerfish statue frozen battle with a full-size rusty sedan. And unlike the OP, I did take pictures - right before I woke up.
The mental image of the anglerfish doing its damnest to swallow the rusty car won’t go away…
I had a dream the other night in which myself and hundreds of people I didn’t know were at the tiny, 12-classroom elementary school I attended, except it was now a bed and breakfast. The boss from my immediate previous job was getting married there, and he was in a full tuxedo–but everyone else, including the guests but not me, were in shockingly revealing leather bondage-fetish type wear. I remember for some reason uselessly trying to get some of the people who I dream-knew (but have no idea who they are) to put on more clothing. Suddenly the front doors opened out onto rich Old East-type residential neighborhoods (three-story brick, etc) and there was some kinda dragon-like monster roaming in the street that I had to kill. I tried going back inside and running out the back doors of the school, which still opened into the school playground and woods, but the dragon was still there. So I picked up the javelin I found myself carrying and woke up.
Last night I dreamt that I was a congregationalist in a (apart from me, I guess) black baptist church. We were having some sort of a church function, lotsa singing and food. Grand old time.
Then a racist skinhead showed up and started wandering around. “Uh-oh,” sez another member of the congregation, “I think that one’s looking for a fight.”
Sure enough, he’s got a knife and is soon slashing at people. I’m looking around, trying to find something to use as a bludgeon, but all I can find is cakes and pastries, which won’t do at all.
Very weird because in the dream it was just “our” church, with no dissonance at all. (Apart from being white, I am not remotely churchy, but it all seemed very natural - the only thing that seemed out-of-the-ordinary was the cussed skinhead.)