I had weird recurring nightmare as a kid. I can remember right now.

I was somehow stuck on a motorcycle in a bright white void. I had my hands on the steering wheel but my head was very close to ground moving really fast. Must have been going 200 km/h or so. Every now and then I've heard a static sound which got louder and louder with somebody on a bike on the horizon getting closer and closer. Not sure how exactly they looked like but they were scary back then. After I have passed them it was silent until the next one approaches. This process repeated endlessly. I think was more of a fever dream as I most often dreamt about this when I was feeling sick. I also wasn't sleeping too deeply as I still heard the sound after waking up for quite a while.

This one doesn't really have a story to it but it is quite rememberable cause I had this more often. I really have to start writing down dreams right after waking up. Or maybe even creating small video games out of them like Wario Ware just with weird dreams.

I want had a dream about a fork spinning in an infinite white void. That was the whole dream, nothing else happened, even in the dream I remember thinking that this was pretty boring.

I was going to a house party in a nearby coastal village.

The house was a bit like the TARDIS. From the outside it was just a normal Scottish home, but on the inside had an infinite number of rooms. At this party was EVERYONE. Every human alive, every human that had ever lived, and even every fictional character.

My usual social anxiety was miraculously gone, and I thoroughly enjoyed my time socialising with all manners of folks. I ended up with the stoners from Dazed and Confused, getting high in a bedroom.

All of a sudden, from the corridor outside the bedroom came a scream. Me and the stoners run out to find a girl, who had opened a door to discover a squid-like monster in there. I open another door, and it's basically the weapon loading screen from the Matrix, with every weapon ever made by humanity in there. For some reason, I pick an elephant gun, point it point-blank at the monster and pull the trigger.

And that very moment, there is a earth shattering roar from outside. We run out, to see a HUMONGOUS version of the monster I just killed coming out of the sea.

The mother of the baby I just murdered locks its massive eyes on me.

I wake up.

When I was a teenager I had this recurring dream that I was in a large city, and there was some kind of extraterrestrial emergency (like a meteor or something). I was racing across the city to find my parents to get them onboard some kind of escape vessel. I couldn’t find them because I had no idea where I was, as I had never been to this city. I end up going to the launchpad alone, wind up in line to get aboard, when a wave of fire washes over and destroys everything.

Thank you for asking this question, because I love telling this story! Here's a dream I had about Nicholas Cage many years ago:

I was peering out of the living room window with a cup of tea in hand, enjoying the sunshine in the early morning when I noticed something going on outside of my window on the ground near the flower pots.

I leant forward to take a closer look at what was happening, when I saw someone crouched down over one of my flower pots wearing a bathrobe. I watched closely to try to figure out what on earth was going on, and realised that it was none other than the esteemed actor Nicholas Cage himself.

I watched on in bewilderment as Mr Cage feverishly, exuberantly and very intensely sniffed at the flowers beneath my living room window. He pulled facial expressions of bliss and ecstasy that really only Nicholas Cage can pull as he inhaled sniff after sniff of my petunias.

In a euphoric stupor, he gave up his previous desire to remain hidden from the neighbourhood and allowed himself to fall to the ground, flower pot in hand, and continued to lavish in his flowery heaven.

Then, perhaps most bizarrely of all, he slowly and almost covertly turned his attention from the flowers to the inside of his bathrobe. He stuck his head under one side of the bathrobe and began sniffing the interior with an intensity only expressed by the likes of Castor Troy, as though this was secretly the plan that he didn't want to admit to himself all along.

I woke up laughing my head off, accidentally waking my wife in the process.

I don't know if this is necessarily the weirdest but it's the first dream in a long time that I still remember fairly well like a month later. And I've wanted to type about it somewhere.

There's not actually that much to explain but I was caught in a love / flirting triangle with a woman and a man. They were both all over me every chance they got. Nothing sexual but like holding onto me from behind and fussing over my hair and clothes etc. I very much liked the attention from both but the entire time I was around him, I spent worried that she would walk in and see because I liked her more. I mostly just didn't want to hurt his feelings.

And that's about it lol. It's significant to me because I always thought that I was attracted solely to women. But in the last few years of open up and discovering myself I've found that I'm also attracted to androgyny regardless of who is wearing it. And I'm starting to think that I'm actually a little bi (or pan) but the thing is, I just don't like men that much socially (although the guy from my dream was sweet, and I'm pretty someone that I actually follow on FB irl).

Maybe a bit later in the day when I've had more coffee I'll come back with one of my actual weird dreams. I used to accidentally lucid dream and get recurring nightmares and sleep paralysis and the works. Until I became a pothead. Now I either don't dream that much or just don't remember it, no more vivid loony shit.

I don't remember dreams much but I have had various flying ones through my life along with labyrinth ones.

Impossible to tell. I usually forget them soon after waking up.

When I was a kid I had a recurring dream about a Godzilla-type monster stomping through our neighborhood. From our backyard I saw it turn the corner and head down our street, so I hid on the patio, which had a wood-and-fiberglass roof. One time the monster stepped right in our backyard, which his foot took up about half of. I remember the sensation of being annoyed by this, as if it had happened over and over (which it had). So I darted out from cover and hit one of his claws, which was about the size of an office chair, with a stick I had. The stick had no effect on the claw, but apparently the monster felt it. I looked up and it was looking down right at me. So I ducked back under the patio roof. It raised its foot, and I saw a big shadow through the roof as it stomped down, shattering the fiberglass and timbers. At that point I woke up, presumably crushed to death under the monstrous foot.

That was the last time I ever had that dream. I guess getting killed put an end to it.