The most surreal one I have ever had, leaving the idiotic and wacky aside was one involving Hitler and Stalin (you might have noticed they also recurred in the dream I initialy posted, and this theme comes back every once in a month or so)
So, I was being driven through paris by Hitler, in a motorcycle with a sidecart (the German type from WW II). He was very happy at conquering the french so swiftly, and clearly begging for a compliment from me, which I happily provided him with. We chatted a bit about cows and calfs, and I suddenly noticed we were driving arround in an area which looked exactly like the road my parents and I used to take to my Todller school many many years ago.
There we drove towards a hanger, where Stalin was waiting for us with a big smile. He had invited me and Hitler to discuss the latest stages of their arms race where avionics was concerned. In the hangar stood an A-40 flying tank
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Hitler and Stalin discussed the advantages of such a powerfull weapon for a while, before, of course, coming down to politcs, at which point I joined the discussion with my marxist viewpoints, which they both thought were rather idiotic and funny. In the end Hitler joked in a friendly manner that whatever airplane Stalin devised, his Ho 229's would be able to take care of them with extreme ease.
It thought that he would have less chique talk when the English and professor Mortimer finished work on the Swordfish SX-1, but I decided to keep that as a surprise.
We sat down at a small circular table, had tea and scones, and we spent the rest of the dream chatting merrily about cute animals. We all agreed that we loved cats, and Hitler said he would prefer to have a duck as national emblem, since ducks look awsjum and all that. We agreed on his excellent decision and finished the tea, and I left for a visit to my grandfather (who, actually, at the time of the dream, was deceased). Having left the hangar I woke up
The weirdest part is that these persons were genocidal mass murderers, and I chat with them and they amongst each other in a very chappy manner. I always feel very dirty when I've had those dreams...