Author: Decade Dream Journal

Riker Does Sound Like A Good Cook

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I dream that my Gran is hospitalized in a clinic somewhere in a far away city, I move in a building close by so I won’t leave her alone, but I can never visit her and can only call her at night. My siblings arrive and we have a huge fight because they think I’m awful. I ask why, they say it’s because I don’t care about Gran. Of course I care, I say, I moved all the way here! No you didn’t, they say, you just dreamed about doing it. And indeed we are back home.

We sit down to have dinner and someone knocks at the door. It’s Johnathan Frakes, who’s our neighbor. He’s wearing an apron and oven mittens and carrying some sort of casserole he made for us. I go look in our childhood album for photos of him and Marina Sirtis and give them to him as thanks.

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Bikinis Are Evil

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I dream that I’m staying up north for a week, in a dormitory with two nice girls. They invite me to the beach, I flat out refuse because I’m afraid of wearing a bikini.


Back home I try to take a nap on the couch, but it’s almost noon and there’s a pink cake sitting next to me. I try to put it on the table and ruin all the frosting.

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Warning: Another Dead Kid. So Sorry. My Subconscious Sucks.

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I dream that I’m a nurse in a Middle Eastern hospital. There’s a doctor, a western woman with glasses, who just lost her daughter, and she’s so overcome with grief she’s carrying the corpse everywhere with her. I’m trying my best to work without looking at the dead girl. Another doctor is protesting about the woman’s erratic schedule. I call her to one side and say, “forgive her, she just lost her child.” “What do you mean,” the doctor says, the girl is right there with her!” “Exactly,” I say, and her face colors with understanding, followed by horror.

Now I’m having lunch with my mom and we’re talking about the woman and her dead child like it was a TV episode. I need to go back to school soon, but it’s the second to last day and I’m not sure what classes I have left, if it’s philosophy I’m gonna skip. With my shoes already on, I lay on my bed to check my Thursday schedule, which I never seem to remember. My bedroom is a big, airy attic with plenty of green plants. My aunt M. appears out of nowhere, she sits on the floor with a bin full of water and soap and starts washing some clothes. She keeps glancing at me, I try to ignore her. Finally she walks to me and tries to glance at my school diary. It’s full of pictures of Chyler Leigh and I’m really embarrassed.

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I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together

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I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.

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I Try To Write Down My Dreams While I’m Dreaming, Sometimes It Even Works

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I dream that my brother’s voice is changing as he’s hitting puberty and I’m sad because I love his childish voice (I tried to recall it when I woke up but he’s 30 and I must have forgotten so long ago).

Then I dream some starships and Michael Burnham. And there’s this other long, very detailed dream that I went over again and again while I was half awake, but the moment I opened my eyes, it was gone.

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There’s A Dead Child In This So Stay Clear If It’s Upsetting

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I dream that we meet Jared Padalecki is a store (in my notes just after waking up I wrote “Jason Paadaleki” so I’m assuming this is who I meant).

Then I dream about a small community fighting over who gets to adopt a baby. There’s a mother who just lost her own baby, so she thinks it’s her duty and right to take in another child, even though she’s an awful person. There’s a nice lesbian in her 20s. There’s a single woman in her 40s, blonde, wearing blue jeans, who looked after the baby when she was born and bonded with her. And finally there’s Mister Miyagi, who’s driving the baby to the town meeting. He walks in the hall and the mother immediately demands to know where the baby is. “Right here”, he says, and puts on a table the tiny white coffin of her dead child.

Then I dream that we’re watching the musical Cinderella by Lin-Manuel Miranda. In the first scene the ensemble is dancing like mice.

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I Stand By My Ew

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I dream that there’s a black cat flirting with my sister: he might be a cat, but he’s also a man. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him outside. The window is open and my calendar (Murder, She Wrote themed if I remember correctly) flies out, landing on the grass of the park outside. I order my sister to keep an eye on it (“don’t lose sight of it even for a moment!”) and run out. The park is full of children picking up garbage for a school project. The calendar is nowhere to be seen. I grab the fence with both hands and beg them to look through their garbage sacks.

Then I dream that I’m banned from a wallpaper site after commenting “ew” under a Kylo Ren picture.

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Being Guilt Tripped By My Dreams Into Becoming A Vegetarian

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I dream that I’m staying somewhere with my whole family, a vacation maybe? It’s a beautiful country house, with gardens and lemon trees. Unfortunately my room is also used as a slaughterhouse for pigs, everyone acts like it’s no big deal but I’m growing so upset I can barely talk without crying. I ask my dad when are we going back home, he’s unhappy I would even suggest that, he says we’ll stay until he says so.

I call my aunt and cousin and ask if I can stay with them instead. It’s not ideal because I don’t particularly like either of them, also it turns out they live in my old college apartment, my aunt actually bought it so they have a place to stay when they travel up north. At least, if they bought the apartment, my old landlady (the heinous bitch) won’t be here, right? Wrong! She’s decided my aunt duped her and she has a plan of action, let’s say murder isn’t off the table.

(It gets a little hazy from here, but I think Emperor Palpatine gets involved. And three thieves in a white van.)

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