My dream last night:
I was sitting at dinner with my boyfriend and I was an old Chinese man. We were having lumpia and I said, “You’re stuck in the past, old man!” And he said, “Why?!” And I said, “This lumpia is old and a sign of the past!” And he said, “But you’re eating it too.” And I said, “Well, shit.” And then I woke up.
I respectfully submit that this dream cannot be topped for its weirdness OR its pointless mundanity. I defy you all!
Old lumpia? Is this somehow tied into the fact that I had a pack of hot dogs in the fridge for several months? I THREW THEM OUT – GET OVER IT!!!
I have dreams that defy description. Your dream is a walk in the park.
I dreamt that I was driving to work and there was the figure of a man standing by the side of the road. In my dream, I also had the memory of having driven past him every day on the way to work.
In my dream, despite having driven past him every day forever, I had never seen his face, because when I was approaching him, he would be looking away, and when I checked my mirror after passing him, he appeared to have turned to face in the direction from which I had come. I only ever saw the back of his balding head, which was covered with wispy strings of hair.
In my dream, on what was the present day, I decided to slow down and get a look at him properly. I drew the car alongside him and he stooped as if to look through the side passenger window…
There was no face. His head was just a featureless sphere, uniformly covered with wispy strings of hair.
I think I just dreamed that I had narcolepsy.
I had much oddness in my dreams last night - I even thought about posting them.
Alas though, the memories fade one I’ve been up a few hours and I don’t now have details.
I actually had a dream last night where I was trying to use a vacuum cleaner to suck up the leaves that were inexplicably all over the floor of my bedroom. But water kept pouring out of the vacuum onto the floor, and I couldn’t figure out how to make it stop.
I eventually woke up out of sheer frustration.
I want to see a comedy group do a skit of this…
Awesome! 
I still remember a dream from High school over 14 years ago because I wrote it down once I woke up because it was so weird.
Ozzy Osbourne and I were pirates on the high seas on the same ship. Along side us another ship pulls up, boards us and we start sword fighting. It turns out that these pirates were vampires. The weird thing was in my dream it was daytime.
To Mangetout:
I believe that why he had no face is that the part of the brain that recognizes faces and can read words are not utilized while dreaming. So even though you get the sense and you know who the person is you can’t picture their face in dreams. Same thing with reading. If you ever find yourself in a lucid dream try to read something. At first since you know what the book is, say Moby Dick for example, you know what it is about you can make out scribblings but when you try to focus on the words they disappear or turn into weird meaningless symbols.
The other night I dreamed that I adopted a can of peaches, intending to raise the peaches as my own children. Strangely, my big concern was that the peaches were halves, and I didn’t know if they’d grow up to be healthy children.
I was working as security detail for Pope John Paul II (I had this dream shortly after his passing.)
My partner was the morning show lady on the radio station set as my clock radio alarm. She was my “eye in the sky” and she had informed me that two Nazi sympathizers dressed as bishops would present a gift to the Pontiff. The “gift” was a bowl of vichyssoise that had been poisoned, and it was my job to intercept it. I would know who the Nazis were because they were two great big steroid-infused guys.
It’s actually a metaphor for your repressed homosexuality.*
*J/k, that’s my explanation for every dream I come across.
Absolutely true: on multiple occasions, I have dreamed I had insomnia.
When I was five I used to dream about the joker from batman - His face was really big and I would fall down a swirling vortex into his mouth. Then wake up.
Not wierd, but thats the only memorable dream Ive got.
Vunderbob - I have insomnia dreams too. Always end up as tired as if I were really awake all night.
I actually DO read in my dreams. The words are real words. The sentences are real sentences. The content does not make sense.
Are you sure you weren’t an old Filipino man?
I had a dream last week in which my long deceased cocker spaniel came into the room I shared growing up with my brother, and placed copies of its dog license on our beds.
That’s low on mundane, but more than makes up for it in pointless.
Last night, I was singing a Led Zeppelin tune as a hymn in church…
The last dream I remember (and it was years ago) included electric beavers - bright blue, crackling ones that were flat enough to slide under a closed window and come after me. They were slow, and I can re-arrange dreams, so I could have kept away from then all night. But eventually, despite a feeling of threat, I just stopped where I was and let them touch me.
They immediately disbursed. I had absorbed them.