Hey, good question! Personally, even though I;ve only been remembering my dreams for a little over three weeks, I've had some real crazy ones. It seems my dreams are all either absolutely crazy, or absolutely mundane. I think my subconscious may have a split personality... anyways, here's a couple of the craziest ones:
I'm visiting a "fish museum" which is about half a kilometer underground in some sort of bunker. I'm pushing a shopping trolley. In one room, there's one exhibit titled "what a fish feels like". There's four holes in the wall that you're meant to put your hands through, and in three of them are various rubber fish, all icky and slimy. In the fourth hole, the leftmost one, is a moose. Above that hole is a sign which says something to the effect of: "This is not a fish, it's a moose". I have no idea what a moose is doing in a fish museum, and remember being quite confused. For that matter, I didn't know, and still don't what the hell I was doing in a fish museum. I don't even like fish!
I'm in the house of Mao-Tse-Tung in a mountain range somewhere. Mao-Tse-tung has a gay crush on me, and follows me everywhere. From nowhere come two giant disco balls with rotating razor-blades, hovering around cutting through walls and trying to kill us. Mao seems not to notice, for some reason. Also, later, a helicopter starts circling the house, and it has a heat-seeking gatling gun that can fire through walls. The oddest thing about this dream is that, even though I know I should be scared, I'm giggling throughout the whole thing. I think it was the disco balls...
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