The Five Weirdest Dreams I Can Remember

And these are just the ones that didn’t flit away with the touch of waking.

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As with most hobbies I take up and then discard, I started a dream journal quite a few years ago and devoted half a page to each scattered remnant of my sleeping subconscious. I didn’t try to do any dream analysis, but I just wanted a record of what my mind was up to in its dreaming state.

I’ve had some weird dreams, everyone. But the best thing about this list is that these are the weirdest dreams I’ve remembered across the span of many years since I’ve had them.

Some are funny. Some are odd. Some are macabre.

But they’ve stayed with me because damn they were memorable.

I had Margaret Atwood as a poetry teacher.

This is actually a fairly recent dream that helped inspire this list. I was recovering from the after-effects of my Pfizer booster shot, and I wrote quite a few poems in the span of a few days because nothing else quite seemed to stick.

Then I had a dream where I worked at a bookstore where Margaret Atwood — of The Handmaid’s Tale fame — was a regular, and she held poetry workshops in the back of the store every week. She looked like she had stepped out of her own…