Dreams | Fab forum

Sure, you can post your goals for the future on this thread if you really, really, really want to, but I was thinking more of nightime dreams (i.e. what happens in your mind while you're asleep). I've had some really strange dreams, and I'd love to hear about yours, strange or otherwise.

Here's one of my strangest dreams:

I was at the beach with some of my friends. We were all wearing normal beach outfits (bathing suits or shorts and T-shirts or something like that) except one person, who was wearing a Renaissance-type dress with a giant hoop skirt. We were starting to pack up and leave the beach, and all of my friends except Hoop Skirt Girl went one way, while me and Hoop Skirt went the other way, towards my house. We had to climb over giant mountains of sand to get there. When we got to my house, we decided to play checkers, but we didn't know how to sort the checkers correctly. Hoop Skirt's grandparents were there, and they told us to put the red checkers in one pile, the black ones in another, and the "unknown" ones in a final pile. We did that, but then the grandparents put all of the checkers into a big white ceramic bowl and gave it to some celebrity (I don't know who, I only know it was a guy) who was suddenly at my house. The celebrity took the bowl and hid it, and then he ran somewhere else. Me and Hoop Skirt found him hiding underneath my dad's truck, which was parked on the street in front of my house. We convinced him to tell us where he hid the checkers. He told us they were in the secret minivan. (Apparently we had a secret minivan that was only supposed to be used for "emergencies" hiddden in a secret covered-up hole in the backyard.) We got the checkers out of the minivan, but they floated out of our hands and into the sky. So, me and Hoop Skirt climbed up a really tall tree to get to a cloud world that had mysteriously appeared over our heads. We found the checkers, but some cloud-world people were playing a game with them, so we let them use them. They wouldn't give them back, so we went to the library instead. The end.

Linde said
I dream really weird stuff. I once tried to write them all down but I threw away the notebook.

I keep a dream notebook, too! When I read it after a few months, I started to wonder what's wrong with my mind that I have such strange dreams.