No real story...
...so heres a dream i had a couple of years ago, i kept a dream log at that point to see if there were any pattens in the random rubbish i was dreaming at that time. There wasn't.



The earliest part i remember was being on a tour around an industrial instillation with two men who were rowing over what to have for lunch, one was throwing madelines around as he spoke. We all took notes about what we were being told up until the industrial equipment surrounding us became a supermarket. The two arguing parties started blaming each other for not making any notes so being a gent i told them i would photocopy mine, and walked out to find a photocopier.

The supermarket had employed two bouncers that i passed on my way, i mean to call out "see you next year" but it came out "i'll marry you next year". Being hard, massive bouncer types they came over to question me over what i mean while in the background a golden retriever used a rope to get up a small cliff to see its master. One of the bouncers had lost an eye and so stapled his eyelid shut.

Bit of a blur as to what happened next but i made it home, it was now the middle of the night so i walked the dog, bumped into some friends on a bridge to which the dog went apeshit and bolted across the road into the oncoming traffic that swerved about in avoidance as she did circles across the lanes. This wen't on for far too long until i realised i should do something so ran in myself, grabber her by the collar and started having a conversation with everyone about Ridley's (from Metroid) new career as a singer.

Got home, the house had become a hotel room that upon entrance had become a nicely furnished cell. The TV was on, a very fat woman was plugging her program where she looked at old pine trees with Jo Brand. I then realised i had brought a hummingbird and the massive drooping flowers behind me didn't have enough nectar for it, it landed on my hand and i wandered why it had grown by 3 or four foot.

Puzzled about what i was going to do about it, a guard inspector banged on the door, instead of talking through it tho, there was a little keyboard that they had to type in that spoke it out in Stephen Hawking's electronic voice. The message was something along the lines of me having the heating on too hot and that bugs might get in as a result. One immediately did. it had a napkin ring as a body, I threw the bird at it and it pounced at me, waking me up.
(MaxZero ZeroMax, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 21:44, 2 replies)

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(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 22:29, closed)

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Fot the sense 0f "WTF"
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 22:42, closed)

Not all that random.
You'll generally be able to recognise themes from the day in your dreams and the context changes are mostly due to becoming more aware of the dream and so attempting to shape it subconciously.
I know I'm having mental and/or enotional problems when my dreams are commonplace and devoid of emotional cues.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Wed 27 Apr 2011, 18:48, closed)