A while back, I watched a Korean drama called Twinkling Watermelon, which is about a high schooler who goes back in time and meets his dad when he was also in high school. After finishing it, I dreamed that I met my dad when he was around my age, but it turned into a sex dream. It wasn’t necessarily the most absurd, grotesque, or unhinged dream I’ve ever had, but it was definitely the wildest in my opinion because of the implications.
I once dreamt that a house in my neighborhood was used as a filming location for a movie, and that whoopie Goldberg was in it. When the movie was over, she had developed agoraphobia, and could not bring herself to leave. I took care of her, along with her sister, and eventually married her. We were married for 35 years. I know this sounds insane, but I swear to you, it lasted 35 years in that dream, for years, I could remember it like a second life. When I woke up I grieved.
I was 11 years old, and 2 years later we moved into that same house.
There was also the much less cool dream I had in early 2001, where we took a trip to NYC, and when we got to this big bridge, soldiers made us turn around, and the air was filled with ash and smoke, and the soldier told us “New York is closed”
At the time I kept a dream journal and wrote that one down. No one believed me when 9/11 happened until I showed my parents the journal