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I usually don't remember my dreams, but probably the weirdest one I do remember happened several years ago.
I dreamed the Mob in the USA was running underground, high-stakes tiddlywinks games. I remember walking around the streets, seeing these '30s-'40s-era gangster-movie-type "tough guys" -- coat collars turned up, fedoras pulled down low -- sitting on the curbs, crying their eyes out over their losses at the tiddlywinks tables.
The funny thing is that, during the dream, I knew this was completely serious business, but at the same time I knew it was absurdly funny, as if I were watching some "Airplane!"-type comedy (which it might also have been, on some level).
One other bit I remember was watching this slick, professional tiddlywinks dealer at a casino in Las Vegas. She was opening a box of new tiddlywinks. Seemed to be having a little trouble getting the box open, and once she'd opened it, the tiddlywinks were loose in the box, with all the colors mixed together. But, being the slick, professional tiddlywinks dealer from Vegas that she was, she stuck her hand in the box and immediately pulled out a large fistful of all blue tiddlywinks. Ooohh! I seem to remember realizing the dealer was cooperating in some undercover FBI sting against the illegal tiddlywinks rackets, but I woke up before I found out how the sting went.
So no, nothing very interesting.
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