Once again, just a bunch of confusing images I can’t make sense of.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
Slow Down!
I dream about going to a meet and greet with Alison Bechdel. It’s night, we’re standing on the street in an European city, she’s speaking Italian for some reason. She starts walking and talking, I can barely keep up and hear what she’s saying. All I can do is take pictures of her back.
I Want To Point Out This Wasn’t Meryl, This Was Miranda.
I dream that I’m Oliva Colman (or at least, I look like her). I’m on the Devil Wears Prada set playing a rival stylist, I’m wearing a knee length jean shirt my mom picked for me this morning, I thought it was fancy enough but now I’m not sure. I’m also not wearing any makeup because I assumed a makeup artist would take care of it, instead I’m thrown on set right away and I don’t know my lines yet and Miranda Priestly is sneering at me.
I Want To Know How The Hell We Got To Venice Though
I dream that I’m taking a stroll with both my grandmas around Venice, it’s very pleasant. At night I take my late grandma G. to her home, the one I knew in my childhood. Grandpa P. has locked himself in the bathroom, jealous because we went on a trip without him.
I’ve Never Seen That Movie And Only Vaguely Know The Plot
I dream that I’m watching Rango, the movie with the cartoon chameleon, and also moving the character like in a videogame. Rango applies for a job as the town teacher, he’s quite incompetent at first and lets the children play paintball completely ruining the local market. He eventually figures things out, gets married and becomes mayor.
During a stormy night he’s about to leave with his wife to see a Ferrari car show. (What year is this movie supposed to be set in anyway?) The village witch appears at their door carrying a half drowned woman: it’s Tina Fey and she has an old timey camera in her hands. Mr and Mrs Rango decide to skip the car show to help her.
Such A Nice Accommodating Inspector
I dream that I’m on a train but I don’t have a ticket, I totally forgot to buy one. The ticket inspector is here, she’s coming closer and I’m panicking. I rummage in my corduroy bag, find some old ticket and come up with a believable story; I tell her I accidentally threw away the new one instead, she’s very understanding and call the train station to find out what my ticket number was. I’m sweating at this point, afraid she’ll figure out my bluff. I offer to buy a new ticket online. She says it doesn’t matter, because she totally believes me. She smiles the nicest smile and walks away.
Both Of These Calls Happened Yesterday But Not At The Same Time.
I dream that I receive a spam call while I’m talking to the vet on the phone. The two somehow get connected and the vet has to waste twenty minute convincing some guy she doesn’t want a new mobile subscription. She is understandably very mad at me for putting her in that situation.
I’m Trying To Jot These Down The Moment I Wake Up, Results May Vary.
I dream that there’s some sort of civil war at my school and students are killing each other and turning into monsters. My cousin has my cat hostage and wants me to write her homework, instead I use my magic powers to teleport to a different school and pay someone to give me their book report. I fly back and look for my cat; a wizard is feeding her so when she’s fat enough he can kill her and make a hat with her fur. I challenge the wizard to a magic duel, I’m much better than him because I don’t need a wand, all I need is to wag my finger. My cat is saved.
I Woke Up In The Middle Of The Night And Wrote Some Stuff Down, Here It Is.
I dream that I’m on a plane with a child. I’m accused of stealing some batteries but I didn’t. There’s a guard assigned to me. We stop in New York but don’t see any of it, only pictures. Renée Elise Goldsberry is there, she wants to be a model but doesn’t know how to use a camera, she tosses it up in the air and poses. When the camera splatters on the ground she buys another. I also meet Luke and Leia’s real mom, she’s a blonde Karen-like housewife who had a one night stand with Darth Vader.
My Sister Getting Angry Is The Only Plausible Thing.
I dream that there’s a new Murder, She Wrote season on TV and it’s all anyone can talk about. Meanwhile I get a cake box in the mail, I’m really excited to open it but instead of cake I find fried chicken inside, I’m disappointed because I don’t eat meat. A penpal sent it to me from Asia, what was she thinking? My sister eats the chicken while I help her with an art assignment: I’m supposed to draw the Muses from Hercules and I think I’m doing a decent job, but she still gets mad at me and throws a giant tantrum.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 