Do you ever wake up from a dream and you can't even figure out what would have led you to having it in the first place? Yeah, me too. This morning was one of those times.

Typically I don't remember having any dreams when I wake up, though experts say you do dream every night, it's likely that by the time you wake up you have 0 recollection of what it was you were actually dreaming about. Well, this morning as I write this, I certainly have a recollection of what I was dreaming about last night.

After I went to sleep last night, the fun began. It all started with me and my wife visiting at my parents house. We were just hanging out for the day as we were getting ready for a dentist appointment later that night. I know, it doesn't make sense.. who goes to the freakin' dentist at night? Probably no one.

As we were hanging out at my parents house we were playing around with a camera. I have no idea how the camera got there or who it belonged to, but it was there. It appeared to be a professional photography style camera, too- how fancy! Keri and I were taking turns photographing each other making silly faces downstairs in my parent's family room. After each picture we would preview the image on the camera's screen and see how it came out. Well, the pictures Keri took of me all looked like normal photographs, however, the photos I took of her were not. All of the pictures I took of my wife appeared to be her body but her face wasn't actually her face.

In all the photos I took of my wife her face had been replaced by what looked to be the ghost-face of Carole Baskin. Yes, the chick from Tiger King who maybe killed her own husband. The face almost looked like it was composed of campfire smoke with hollow eyes and a hollow mouth. Though in the dream I remember exclaiming to my wife as we previewed the picture, "OMG it's Carole Baskin!".

The dream continued as we kept taking photos to see what would happen next and sure enough Carole's weird ghosty-face kept appearing. Eventually (in the dream) I did a Google search for how to get Netflix demons out of your photos and it said that you have to loudly proclaim that the ghost is not welcome and must leave. Naturally we very loudly shouted that the ghost of Carole Baskin was not welcome in my parent's home or our photos and that she must leave. You'll be thrilled to know that it didn't work.

So we left for our nighttime dentist appointment.

There you have it. That's my dream in a nutshell. Have you ever experienced anything weird/scary that made a total of 0 sense in your dreams? If so, let us know about it through the free 92 Moose app! Stay fresh all you cool cats and kittens.

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