Author: Decade Dream Journal

I Typed Down This While Watching The Inauguration As Carelessly As Humanly Possible

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I dream that I’m back at work, but instead of being inside the store I’m sitting on a narrow staircase in a building nearby, reading a book. An Ape scooter parks nearby, I recognize the two men stepping out −one old, one young with long hair− as former customers. The young man asks me if the apartment above is up for rent. This, I know, is the same apartment I used to rent back in college, that is now somehow the store’s property. I tell him no because I don’t like his face. He tries to push open the door, I look at my watch and it’s 12:45; the store’s closed, I say. He leaves.

My cousin and the other employees appear from the door soon after. I tell them about the long haired man, cousin says he can’t be trusted because he’s a union leader. We don’t take the bus to go home and instead walk down a mountain road, I try to take a photo of the landscape but shoot an Instagram video by accident, you can hear my cousin swearing in it, she’s not happy. She’s in a feud with some Peruvian street vendors over a broken CD they sold her, she’s trying to spot one so she can kick their ass.

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I Also Had A Dream About A Mean Boy Killing My Mom With A Stapler But I Can’t Remember The Details

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I dream that I’m competing in a game show that is apparently part cooking contest, part Ninja Warrior course. I’m happy because it’s the last day and there are only three contestants left, so even if I come in third place I’ll still win some money.

The first challenge is cooking carbonara, and I immediately panic because I don’t know how. My cousin, who’s also competing, tries to help me but I tell her to just go because I’m hopeless. I end up making a burrito, it does have tomato and cheese. Only one of the judges likes it, my final score is -1 points. There’s a judge who refused to touch my burrito altogether, she’s a singer who shares my name.

On to the next challenge, and now I’m that very singer, petite and with short black hair. I’m supposed to rope down a cliff, when suddenly the rope ties like a noose around my neck! The other contestants are in my same predicament, they’re flailing wildly afraid they’re gonna die. I find a strap that propels me down at breakneck (ha!) speed, and the others are quick to follow my example.

I’m the first to touch the ground and the finish line is near, but the other contestant are much faster runners, and now there’s four of us! With a desperate sprint I score third place, thank goodness. My cousin arrives last and she’s not happy about it.

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A Classic

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I dream that I have to go meet my Gran early in the morning −and I actually did!−

It’s a disaster. I’m trying to get dressed and two hours have passed without me noticing. I run out and then realize I forgot my mask. I eventually wake up in a huff, and if I knew that I would get a do-over in real life.

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Snippets That Used To Be Much More Detailed But I Lost Them

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I dream that I’m riding a rusty red tricycle across train tracks. Two girls in a car are yelling at me, say I didn’t look before crossing, but I did, I looked left and right.

Then I dream that a local greengrocer is closing forever, the owners are putting on a ‘woe is me’ show saying it’s the government’s fault. I happen to know they are scammers so I tear them apart.

Then I dream that I look at the calendar and it’s June. How can it be? I was just here looking forward our next cold spell? How did I miss so much time? Flowers are blooming outside my window. I despair. My mother says I was just sitting at my desk staring at nothing for months.

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I Wanna Go Hiking And I Can’t

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I dream that I’m going to the mountains to see snow, but there is no snow. Instead, a beach of sand that looks like garden dirt and rough, deep lake water. People are sitting under umbrellas, children are playing and swimming, a journalist is interviewing an old man: he says he likes the sea but this is a good alternative. His son and daughter-in-law laugh as they say they threatened the owner to get a spot on this beach, it was worth it to see Dad happy. This angers me and I yell at them. A storm comes.

(Photo by Tim Rüßmann on Unsplash)

Then I dream that a friend from the other side of the world sent me an envelope full of stickers. As I go through them my dad asks if he can have some and tries to grab one, I say hold on, lemme check them first. He’s disappointed. I find in the envelope a bottle opener, then more and more stuff. I prepare a plastic bag with all the stuff, cleaning supplies I share between my mom and grandma, (Gran is enthusiastic, mom suspicious about the foreign labels,) DIY items that end up with a neighbor. Nothing for dad, he’s disappointed.

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Another One I Have No Memory Of So I’ll Just Paste My Notes

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I dream that I’m playing a complicated quest game that has real consequences with my siblings. We rummage through a box of old photos to find a code that will open an obelisk. We have to compete on a cooking contest. An old man appears from nowhere and asks for a cup of tea. In the end I have a teary heart-to-heart with my sister; I still wouldn’t let her back to my room though.

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And Again And Again

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I dream that it’s the last day of school. There’s a young substitute teacher, I’m chuckling with my friends and he throws me out the classroom. Then he follows me along the hallway, trying to decide what my punishment should be. He said I will have to cook something, I lie and say I cook too much at home already. Now we’re inside an Ikea and he’s still following me, a security guard even asks me if I need help. I find my favorite blanket in a trash can.

It’s the last day of school again, I’m driving to class with my cousin, I tell her I’m gonna go work for our rival company and she says, do what you gotta do. The classroom is enormous and nearly no seats are empty, I finally find one right in front of the teacher. A girl offers me chocolate coffee, I refuse politely and immediately regret it. I notice everybody has Nintendo 3DS: why? Did I miss something? The teacher is a young woman with a blonde ponytail, I feel some obvious lesbian vibes. She starts talking and my alarm rings.

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Let Them Kiss

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I dream that there’s another country just one short sea trip from us. One day I take a boat and go visit, they speak the same language. There’s a big beehive and I’m not sure what to do about it.


(Other snippets include Owo and Detmer from Star Trek almost falling in love, and a young director that, when asked, says he’s called Neri Marcorè.)

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