I dreamed I had the key component to stop a corn conspiracy from spreading. Yes, I do live in Indiana, but that doesn't make me a corn nut. Basically, in the dream, the conspiracy was that grass, left alone, would by itself blossom into corn things. They would be cobless, leafless, and ready for cooking.

Well, I didn't get back to this guy on time, and he promptly called me to tell me that in retribution to how I had not given him the key piece to shutting down the revolution against the corn industry, he would do something absolutely terrible. He told me that there was some way of letting every house pet, bird, and various other small animals on Earth attack all humans. This was exactly the thing he had set in motion.

In this dream, we lived in a large Victorian house on the side of the steet that entered a col de sac. It was a really nice house with a sprawling 2-story library with wooden guard rails and pillars finely crafted to have all sorts of cool shapes. This is just the surface of how crystal clear & detailed my dream was. When this weird animal thing phone call ended, I looked out the window to see a giant swarm of cute little animals barging down the street. It was immense!

The maid & butler I suddenly had, my dad, not my mom for some reason, and I quickly ran to the downstairs area of the house to gather weapons. My dad started putting on protective stuff and looking for small objects. He however helped me find a large, curved staff with tape wrapped around one side to make a sort of ghetto handle. I started running around and golfing with puppies, kittens, and guinea pigs. My dad was quickly found by my giant, fat orange cat.

This orange cat in real life is very afraid of pretty much everything. I just recently got him to trust me enough to let me pet him. He'* just shocked by even the slightest noise, and he has a deer in headlights look whenever someone "surprises" him by doing anything at all. Weird cat. But in this dream, he was vicious! He jumped on my dad'* left leg and bit him in the calf. My dad picked this cat up by the neck and hind legs, and then threw him through a window. Though it had been summer outside, the throw through the window shifted everything over to being snowy and cold outside.

Quickly following after the fat cat was my sister'* puppy, now enraged, and some calico cat I don't think I've ever seen before. Both struggled but ultimately made it through the window. In the meantime, the maid & butler ran around the perimiter of the second story of the library and used random expensive objects to kill the adorable house pets. I was running around and looking for less tiring weapons while killing some more.

After the window thing, again it was summertime outside. My dad ran to the garage and found nothing but cleanly set up tools all over the walls and one car - a primer gray 1983 Chevy Caprice. He ran to it, opened the garage door with a remote opener, and backed out really hard and fast into an identical car, but with glossy maroon paint and a driver, now with his dashboard pressed against him. I checked with the guy to see if he was all right, but he didn't talk to me.

My dad then took a wide left turn to go across the entire driveway, over the grass, and out into the street. For what felt like minutes, I combated pets by hand, foot, and stick. All the while and even longer, my dad played pretend you're in a Youtube drifting video while killing most likely thousands of cats and dogs. Some birds started barraging me kamikaze-style, and then it was time to swat wildly. I think I saw some animals flying off the pavement as they were struck.

Then, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, the grass blades all over started sprouting into mathematically impossible quantities of corn. The animals retreated as if they knew exactly what was going on, and my dad went inside to clean himself up while I, the butler, and the maid took in handfuls of free corn to spread across the dining room floor (fine hardwood with Corinthian-era etchings).

But it doesn't end there! Then we started looking for our pets, who were then terrified of us. No one could ever find either cat, but the dog was completely covered in blue and was too afraid to look anyone in the eye. My guess is that it had found some blue paint and bathed in it for whatever reason.

Ok, and now I'm done. I woke up concerned about my family to see if they really had been attacked by cute, furry creatures.

You gotta stop eating weird food combos before ya go to bed

im not sure if i beleive that was all in a dream
but it made me laugh..

I don't think I ate anything before going to bed. Also, I honestly am telling you this was all in a dream. Usually when someone talks about reading in a dream, it'* a dead giveaway that it'* made up. You just can't read in your dreams. Not even a little bit.

Reminds me of that movie with Mel Gibson... the crop circles caused by aliens...made the animals go mean and turn on their owners... what was the name of that...?? Regardless, that was one whacky dream!

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ive been having some wacky dreams lately too, nothing bad, just kinda out there. im happy because it just means im in a deep sleep

Rad, lay off the cheeze whizz and hotdogs before going to sleep. its been known to have adverse effects on young Bonneville drivers.

I've had dreams where I've tried to read, but nothing is legible. It'* the easiest way for me to become aware I'm dreaming. Lucid dreams rock.

weird

Here'* the weirdest part: My dad is a veterinarian!
We run a small business for vaccinating cats & dogs. That'* what gets me the most about it all.