What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

The dreams that I used to get when I was on Mirtazapine were definitely the oddest, some of them seeming like they had lasted for days, and extremely memorable afterwards - I wrote a couple of them down, as they amazed me so much (I very rarely remember dreams usually).

In one, I was in a seaside village and noticed that everyone was walking off to the beach, so I followed them. When I got there, the beach looked like the aftermath of a huge WW2 battle - there were burned out wrecks of aeroplanes, tanks, and ships everywhere, all populated by the skeletons of their unfortunate occupants. The people of the village had gone there to talk them, and I knew somehow that this was a regular part of village life, and that the skeletons were the villagers' relatives. There was no feeling at all of this being frightening, morbid, or a religious/remembrance ritual of any kind, and the conversations were perfectly ordinary idle chit-chat - the people of the village seemed to have gone there just to give the dead servicemen a bit of company.

Possibly the oddest one involved a ridiculously long journey; for what purpose I did not know. It involved swimming the channel alongside huge ships, hitch-hiking in a van of Rastafarians, travelling through bizarre tunnels like ancient catacombs, a city made entirely out of Escher-like flights of steps, and several other equally bizarre stages. The ending was oddest of all - I found myself sitting in an allotment which had indoor furniture, watching the previous parts of the dream again on television as I recounted my incredible journey to a bunch of my friends, unable to convince any of them that it had really happened.

The dreams that I used to get when I was on Mirtazapine were definitely the oddest, some of them seeming like they had lasted for days, and extremely memorable afterwards - I wrote a couple of them down, as they amazed me so much (I very rarely remember dreams usually).

In one, I was in a seaside village and noticed that everyone was walking off to the beach, so I followed them. When I got there, the beach looked like the aftermath of a huge WW2 battle - there were burned out wrecks of aeroplanes, tanks, and ships everywhere, all populated by the skeletons of their unfortunate occupants. The people of the village had gone there to talk them, and I knew somehow that this was a regular part of village life, and that the skeletons were the villagers' relatives. There was no feeling at all of this being frightening, morbid, or a religious/remembrance ritual of any kind, and the conversations were perfectly ordinary idle chit-chat - the people of the village seemed to have gone there just to give the dead servicemen a bit of company.

Possibly the oddest one involved a ridiculously long journey; for what purpose I did not know. It involved swimming the channel alongside huge ships, hitch-hiking in a van of Rastafarians, travelling through bizarre tunnels like ancient catacombs, a city made entirely out of Escher-like flights of steps, and several other equally bizarre stages. The ending was oddest of all - I found myself sitting in an allotment which had indoor furniture, watching the previous parts of the dream again on television as I recounted my incredible journey to a bunch of my friends, unable to convince any of them that it had really happened.

Lots of people seem to have lots of really vivid dreams!

Your first dream seems oddly reconciled rather than scary. I think if I had a dream like this, I'd wake up wondering what it all meant?

Your second dream sounds amazing, it must have been a really vivid tour of culture even though it was just a dream. Escher's work is brilliant too!