Extremely weird dreams you had? (Revived)

I usually don't remember dreams but I'll never forget two uncomfortable dreams that traumatized me as a kid:

Some native tribe found me guilty of some wrong against their people and as punishment I had to lose my back. Basically what they did was pound at my back with rocks until pieces of it would tear away like paper, leaving away just an empty void in me.

I was getting something from a vending machine for a friend, but the machine was 20 feet tall and shaped like a suspended boomerang that never stopped spinning, so you'd basically have to climb on and hang onto it to get what you want. As soon as I got on I realized I suddenly couldn't move myself and the machine was starting to spin faster and faster and before I knew it I was flying off like team rocket or some shit i don't know


Also, less weird but I also had a dream a while back that predicted what 3 of my grades would be that semester.

you don't wanna know

Oh man this one's a doozy

I don't remember if this happened at the the very beginning or very end of my dream, but the piano part in ColBreakz - Mind Control (the song in Artificial Love) started playing over a credit sequence that had nothing to do with the dream.

I don't remember how it started, but the earliest thing I remember was being in a room with Alita the Battle Angel and Alice from Detroit Become Human, and some other male character I don't remember seeing the face of, but if I had to guess who he was, I'd say Sean from LiS2. We were all in a room and then the lights went out, though I had night vision. There was a shadowy figure running around. I started laughing because Alita and Sean were just falling over constantly, then Alita asked why I was laughing and I said it was because they were tripping on literally nothing. I said it was like a really bad and funny horror movie trope, which is kinda the scenario we were in, and then they were just embarrassed. Then Sean disappeared, never to be seen again. I looked across the room at Alice and the shadowy figure was there. The lights went on and oh no they were exactly the same. Then Mr. Poe from Unfortunate Events came out. He tied both Alices to chairs and said we had to figure out who the real one is by asking them both questions that only the real Alice would know (sound familiar?). I knew who it was right away because my screen was like a "player screen" and I could see one of the Alice on the right was "uploading memory". Pretty sure it's supposed to say downloading but it said uploading so eh. Eventually, Mr. Poe did end up incinerating the fake Alice. Then he held up Alice's...will? Alita took it and Mr. Poe was like "no you can't open her will it's illegal", which is true, but then some character from ARMS (I haven't had any interaction with ARMS for a long ass time except a random video I saw yesterday but didn't watch) came out and literally murdered him for no reason. Alice took the will and said "I am attempting to attempt to get a portal attempt to attempt to get the will." or some weird shit like that where she said the word attempt like four times, and it was literally engraved in stone on a plaque above the table where Alita fell (she didn't fall on the table though, again, she tripped on AIR). I think Alice was actually supposed to be Violet Baudelaire (spelled the last name correctly on my first attempt let's go) but had the body of Alice for some reason. I think I also remember Piper from Henry Danger appearing at some point but idr how or when.

Then Mind Control might've started playing, then I woke up and tried to go back to sleep, but decided to go downstairs because I had left my phone there and spent seventeen minutes writing my dream for all two people who care.

Two weirdest dreams I remember:
•I was inside of a walled structure and I went into a bathroom, but somebody told me that a locker inside there’s housed a skeleton that ate house parts until 1000 years where it could go out and kill people for a day before returning. I looked and I saw the locker was open so I ran away. I forgot about it for about 8 hours and was going to my grandmother’s house that was near the Atlantic Ocean for some reason. Then the skeleton killed my dad and threw him into the ocean and I fought him until I woke up.
•I was at the head of some wolf pack, but I had no eyes (but I could still see somehow, I just knew I was missing eyes). I went to this talking horse and stole his eyes. The rest of the dream was me escaping from the horse.
Beat that!

honestly i don't like talking about dreams because it just feels really inane and meaningless when there's so much stuff to talk about that actually happens in real life. i also don't remember walking and talking mid-sleep, so remembering any vaguely narrative-like dream is pretty much impossible.

but to play along; most of the art i draw comes from images that flit through my head. whether its a moment of blank thought, daydreaming or stuff that comes to me at 2am, it provides points for me to draw lines and begin, and id consider that close enough to dreaming, although it's mostly very conscious and deliberate. the end products seem about as psychedelic and twisted as dreams usually are anyways so i guess those images are considerably weird enough