(I woke up in the middle of the night ant thought, “that was such a good dream, I should write it down,” then proceeded to go back to sleep without writing it down.)
Author: Decade Dream Journal
I’d Rather Not Go Into Details
I dream that my mother feeds me deep fried kittens, and I’m deeply upset about it.
Maternity Wish
I dream that I’m taking care of a cousin’s kid, it’s a baby with blue eyes and a blonde tuft, she’s beautiful and she can already babble even though she’s so small. After a while she starts crying for her mom, and I’m heartbroken because I don’t want to give her up.
I go get food for her, the supermarket is just one room and it’s got a bed in the middle, it looks like my mom’s bedroom. Then suddenly I’m on the beach and embarrassed because I’m in my underwear and didn’t shave. My cat is there, she’s running and crashing into the waves with no fear whatsoever.
Killing Someone In A Dream Makes Their Life Longer!
I dream that my pen pal C. is here to visit once again, and there’s a little girl with her, possibly her niece. They are staying in the neighborhood, picking tomatos. I hope to convince her to stay for a few more days, but when I get there she’s got a strange expression. I ask what happened.
“My dad died. Without me, they forgot to buy his heart pills.’
I hug her tight. I ask what she needs; she wants peanuts, the little girl wants juice. I say I’ll be right back, I have super speed after all!
I run home and feel like I’m going so slow, but I know they’ll add the super speed Quicksilver effect in post production, so it should be fine. I tell the news to my parents: my mom volunteers to go back with C. to her family, which I find both sweet and impractical.
I open a trail mix bag and painstakingly pick each peanut. The results is a very small bowl, but it’ll had to do. As I go back I notice my cat is escaping from the front door, I pick her up and toss her inside our car. It feels cruel but I don’t have time to waste!
When I get back to C. it’s getting dark and there’s a priest blessing her door. The atmosphere in the neighborhood is somber. C. takes my arm in hers and smiles a teary smile when I tell her what my mom has volunteered to do. She reminds me she won’t have many college classes in January (she’s 40 IRL) and it’s her birthday on the 10th (not her birthday IRL). The implicaron it’s that she wants to spend it with me. It makes my heart soar.
(Other dreams included: my sister streaming my computer, the Sims having a massive update, a neighbor teaching me calligraphy). I’m
I’m Sure Those Kids Were Having A Big Adventure
Once again I have all these images from just before waking up. Mom going through a metal detector. Pink bubble gum. Two children who turned into cats. I can’t make sense of them.
I Guess I’ll Always Have A Little Crush On Her
I dream that my penpal C. has come to visit me. We walk together, one hand in each other’s back pocket. We are in love, and everyone seems to be okay with it. I get a can of sweets in the mail from another penpal, she’s jealous about it. I tell her I want to visit her country when the pandemic is over, maybe on a cruise ship (like I did in a different dream!) She says the first thing I should do is get a new haircut, something cooler. I say I might just get a buzz cut.
What’s Funny, I Haven’t Seen My Sister In A Year Because Of Covid
Once again I dream that my sister is coming back home. She has two friends with her, whose only job is to make fun of me. Sis is determined to share our childhood room with me this time, I’m determined not to give it up. Horrible fighting ensues. The neighbors hear me yell and I know they are judging me.
Forgetting All The Details Is Getting Frustrating
I dream that I’m out and about with my Gran, I can’t remember doing what. She’s having trouble climbing stairs, it takes her a long while to reach the bakery we’re going to eat at. Finally, exhausted, she sits on a table outside the bakery and orders iced tea and a croissant.
A Bit Of Saudade
It’s on the tip of my tongue but I can’t remember any details, except that I think it was a good one.
H***arts Reference
I start with some recurring stuff, my sister coming home and high school finals. After that, I dream that that I go to a party in a large restaurant, full of elegant people sitting at tables with white tablecloths. I’m a young girl, I’m sitting with three other kids, one of them is a boy with curly hair.
The people at the table next to us are having an unpleasant, quite racist conversation. The curly-haired boy steals a pen drive from one of them, a wealthy-looking man. He quickly unlocks the pen drive with the right password: the man is his father, the boy explain, and now we’ll have to run away from him.
We hide in the garage belonging to one of the adults. My face has turned orange, because our pursues have cast a spell on me. The boy rummages around and finds a box full of colorful wands. “Aren’t they German?” one of the other kids asks. No, the boy says, Germans all go to that fancy European magic school. Everyone gets a wand and we cast a spell to fly away, I remember the green fields running below us just before waking up.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 