Author: Decade Dream Journal

Boy I Do Not Like Religion

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I dream that I’m forced to receive confirmation in church; again, I might add, since I did already received it as a teen. I wear a white smock that I’m hiding under my coat, embarrassed. There are photographers in front of the church, taking pictures of kids on their special day. I avoid eye contact with them.

Church is full and I find a seat in the back; I’m still wearing my coat and I hope nobody notices me. I sit there for maybe a minute, listening to the choir singing, before deciding this is utterly wrong and fleeing the scene. When I get to the door I glance behind me and see my father’s face going from shock to anger. The photographers try to stop me, I show them the middle finger.

Back at home I’m totally alone. From the next apartment the old au pair is talking on the phone; I wonder why she came back, now that the old man is dead. My family eventually comes back from church. They are engaged at me, especially my aunt. Don’t I realize the blasphemy I just caused?! I can only laugh at her angry face, because I honestly, honestly do not care.

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This Is Me Being Anxious About Not Sending Enough Resumés

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I dream that one morning I find a line of booths along the road just outside my window, a dozen or so of them. They have a seat and screens for people to make video calls, I assume especially old people who don’t own a smartphone. Behind each booth there’s a young employee ready to help. I realize this would have been a great job for me, why didn’t I apply? Maybe I can tell the phone company they didn’t get my resumé by mistake.

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Maybe We’re Gonna Shrink

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I dream that I’m the one visiting C. this time. I bring over a library book for her to read, the police shows up to seize it because it’s illegal to bring library books outside the border. C. gives me a doll house shaped like Buckingham Palace, says that in the future even if we’re apart, we’re gonna meet inside it.

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Falling Asleep, Or Not

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I dream that C. has come to visit me and we’re sharing a bed on the balcony. It’s the middle of the night but I can’t sleep, I’m listening to a new album by a young rapper, created on a dare, the songs are simply titled “1”, “2”, “3”, “4” and “5”. I’m crying because the songs are so beautiful, I wake up C. to make her listen, she cries too and I feel validated in my musical tastes. In the morning C. grabs her backpack and invites me to go climb a hill and see the castle up there. I’m exhausted after the sleepless night but I can’t say no to her, I prepare to leave… and wake up, glad I actually got some rest.

Then I dream my old Latin teacher is asking me questions in Spanish, but I never got around to study future tenses. He asks questions about Doctor Who next, and I know those but I already lost my chance to answer something right. As the other kids raise their hands, the teacher falls asleep on a red couch at the front of the classroom.

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Can You Imagine, A Movie Theater That’s Actually Open

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I dream that I’m going to check a pair of shoes with Gran: my parents bought them and we have some questions for the shop owner. We get there and it’s not a shoe store at all, it’s a charity for used clothes. Did my parents steal from charity? The realization comes too late, they’ve already fled the scene and Gran is arrested in their place.

Then I dream about going to the movies in the evening, but there’s only a horror movie scheduled and I won’t be watching that! I buy some peanuts from a vending machine before leaving; somebody has bought a lot of food and left it in the bottom compartment, it’s still warm. There’s a group of people sitting at a table, eating dinner while they wait for the movie to start. I grab some shrimp and crispy pancakes and join them, blending perfectly in.

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Anyways, Animal Rights

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I dream that there’s a small cage next to a newspaper kiosk. Inside the cage there are four animals pressed together, including a cat and an owl. I can’t forget the owl face, it’s looking around with big eyes, lost and unhappy. Kiosk lady is telling everyone how her family has been

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