Dreamed I was in “Bloom County” chatting with Nancy Reagan and George H. W. Bush from circa 1984. Then they sent me to look for Ronald in sort of an off-panel waiting room for characters to lounge in prior to appearing but all I could find were some bimbos. That’s when I woke up.
I dreamed my father had bladder cancer and I stole the last of his oxycontin to get high. :eek:
(IRL, my father has bladder polyps, has only gotten OTC painkillers for the procedures involved, and I have never taken opiates for any reason)
Thought I’d resurrect this after an odd dream last night.
I was staying in a lodge. I don’t remember much of it except the Spice Girls once stayed there. I got up in the morning, walked thru the lodge, and headed to the shower. I was wearing a t-shirt and underwear. Before I got to the shower Kim Jong Un came up and started talking to me about reducing American troop levels on the Korean Peninsula. While he’s talking to me he’s cupping my ass. With his fingers in my ass crack. I was very uncomfortable. Since the ambassador was away he put Stacey in charge(a coworker). So I directed Kim Jong Un to her. Stacey had to go talk to him while I hit the shower. I don’t think he grabbed her ass.
I generally have repetitive anxiety dreams, for some reason. Maybe it’s the meds I take, but I really dislike them, as my life is pretty anxiety-free. But last night I had this weird dream in which I was at my daughter’s place and she had all of these small pets which were all in costumes. One even had on a fake mustache. In my dream, it was hysterically funny.
My latest weird one was enough to make me start a dream thread of my own, so some of you may have read it in wall of text form.
tl;dr version: I dreamed I was a young boy, trapped by a storm in an abandoned house with the long-dead bodies of a woman and child. Then the boy had a nightmare of listening helplessly as the dead child dragged itself slowly toward him down the dark hallway.
So, I had a nightmare that I was someone else who had a nightmare.
I dreamed last night that I hadn’t visited my grandmother in years, and was very upset that I’d left her alone and lonely in the nursing home for all this time. Then I woke up and remembered the reason I haven’t visited my grandmother in so many years is because she died.
My 10 year old Grandson is Captain of his flag football team at school.
About 2 weeks ago I dreamed that he was doing such a good job at that they made him President of television. He had to decide what shows would go on all the channels in existence. People were driving him crazy telling him what shows they wanted to see and when. He was complaining “I don’t know what that show is” and “I can’t do all this, I have homework that is due”. But crowds of people still were gathered around him driving him crazy.
That weird dream was done sans any supplements I sometimes make for dream enhancement (B6,Choline bitartrate,5-HTP etc.). I would need 1001 posts to discuss the weird dreams I have under those.
Remarkably similar as to why we have who we have in Washington D.C. 
Since starting this thread I’ve had a dream about a celebrity too.
In the dream I was in Hallmark, shopping for sandals when I looked out the window and spotted Raven-Symoné. I ran out of the store and yelled enthusiastically to her, “Raven! They have hula hoops buy one, get one free!” For some reason she thought this was really exciting too, but I woke up as we were rushing into the store.
During the summer I dreamed that I saw my great-grandmother for the first time in a couple decades, and she looked great, much better than she had towards the end of her life. Turned out that since I’d last seen her she married a rich, younger man in his 90s and he was going to write us into his will.
Lately I’ve been having several dreams where I am breaking up with a woman because I’m just not that into her, the last 2 previous to last nights were because they were 15 or so years older than me and they were good-looking but I wasn’t sexually attracted to them and it was very sad as we were saying goodbye at the airport because I wanted to be into them but I just wasn’t.
This time it was a crazy Latina-type (or maybe just generic southern-European, same archetype in my mind in dreams) who was around my age and we had just broken up but it was at her place and I was gathering my things to leave, and thankfully it was at a Christmas party with relatives around so she was relatively sane but as I was trying to pick what things should stay or go I was afraid that she would go off the handle if I couldn’t figure things out for myself, but she didn’t. Then I woke up.
I had a recurring dream that is very weird, in that I don’t know what part of me it represents.
I have had these dreams for the last 22 or so years.
I am a blind kid, about 8, in a family that has several foster children. The father looks like the father of the first women I ever dated, and the mother looks like Joanne Woodward. There is an older kid in the home named Andy, who gives the parents a hard time, and sometimes picks on the younger kids. All the foster kids have some visual loss, but Andy is legally blind and gets around with out a cane, and thinks he’s hot shit.
The foster mother has a ne’er do well sister, who the family is always sort of semi-shunning. Focus of last night’s dream is dinner at foster mom’s parents. Not all the kids go. Most of the older ones are staying the weekend at the Blind School for a game of some sort. I go to the dinner, where the aunt announces she is pregnant. She gets a bad reaction from her parents (she isn’t married). I go up to her later in the night, where she’s sitting in a chair all alone, no one talking to her (she looks a little like a very young Mia Farrow) and I say to her “Aunt Eva?” I touch her hands to make sure I have the right person, because she doesn’t answer. The I say “I’m really glad you’re having a baby.”
She grabs me and hugs me, and starts crying.
This is where I wake up.
I had this particular dream at least once before, but I have has several dreams about this family, to the point that I know an amazing number of details about them, all conjured up in my dreams.
My dreams have always been abstract and I suspect symbolic in nature as I tend not to address things directly that are bugging me my dreams seem to follow this pattern. Lately however they have dealt very directly with things I am struggling with and are very easy to figure out. Last night I awoke from a dream and I was tearing up all my writing, disgusted with the entire process. A few days before that I was reading to a producer and he was laughing at me. Most of my dreams the last few weeks have been about being embarrassed about myself. I feel like I should pay heed to them and change direction but once I am awake I find myself just changing my strategy a bit and moving on. Aside from an occasional bad dream this is the first period in my life where the majority of my dreams are unpleasant. I find this kind of strange as I have actually been feeling pretty good about things lately aside from some minor frustration with my time schedule for doing things.
Donald Trump was backing my old orange VW out of my parents’ garage without my permission, and he was driving it dangerously fast in a narrow driveway. (for the record, I had an orange VW about 40 years ago, but it was never in my parents’ garage.)
Then one of his assistants and I were using screwdrivers to disassemble a 70s-era refrigerator (avocado green, of course), prior to recycling it, on my parents’ front lawn.
I had a long, involved dream that involved me going back in time. I had the dream over the course of several hours, though I assume it wasn’t continuous. I could go over the story that played out, but it’s not the most interesting part to me.
What fascinates me is that at one point in the dream I found a word puzzle. I kept returning to the puzzle, making a wrong guess at least once. I finally solved it. Shouldn’t I have known the answer right away since I invented the puzzle?
Here’s the puzzle (I told you it was simple). Complete the two words below with the same set of four letters in the same order:
AC----NT
IN----NT
ACCIDENT
INCIDENT
I woke from a decidedly odd, but comfortable sort of dream this morning.
I was in a kitchen, helping two older ladies prepare a meal. One of the ladies was Indian, and the other was from eastern Europe, I think; they didn’t resemble anyone I know in real life. As we worked, we were chatting about the prevalence of chain grocery stores and the difficulty of finding ingredients for traditional dishes in the suburbs.
I don’t know what we were cooking, but I remember yogurt, tomatoes, and paprika going into one pot I was stirring. Whatever it was, the kitchen smelled great, fully of tangy, spicy, and savory aromas.
You notice how you don’t see any more Woody Woodpecker cartoon shorts?
It’s because…I killed him.
Dreams and cartoons share a “rubber reality” quality so you don’t question the nonsense of the situation.
Woody was laughing his trademark laugh and pecking my head, because I was the substitute foil today ( the buzzard and walrus was unavailable)
In exasperation I snatch him out of the air and WRING HIS NECK. I hear and feel the bones pop.
His lifeless body plops to the ground…cold, green eyes stare up.
He was a pain in the ass, but a beloved cartoon.
I didn’t mean to do it…I didn’t mean to kill him…I didn’t mean to.
I remember Woody. No jury in the world would convict you. 
A few nights ago I dreamed I was caught stealing Harry Morgan’s hubcaps off his pickup truck (yes, that Harry Morgan, of “Dragnet” and “MASH” fame).
Well no, I didn’t really steal the hubcaps, but it wouldn’t have looked good - I was standing next to his pickup, holding a plastic bag containing the hubcaps, with no good explanation as to why I was there. Harry came out on his front porch, but he didn’t bawl me out or call the cops.
What a nice guy.