to write this all down again. My sister comes back home. I’m upset. I don’t want to share a room with her like when we were kids. We fight. I’m a ball of rage and anxiety. I’m convinced it’s all real and only waking up brings some relief. I’m so sick of dreaming about this.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
My Precious Brand New Adidas
I dream that I’m on a school trip. We stop at a kiosk in the middle of a forest and I buy a strawberry pastry. I’m really tired because I didn’t sleep last night, I don’t think that I can go on, I want to go home instead. There’s another girl who’s equally tired and wants to go too, she’s really cool and I might have a crush on her. The teacher, a short guy with glasses, suggests we take a plane, but that’s a bit excessive. A train, maybe? He offers to drive us to the train station.
I’m not wearing my shoes −just flip flops on socks− and cool girl doesn’t have her phone, we left them insode the school bus. There’s no time, the teacher says, you’ll have everything back tomorrow. And off we go, we’re expecting to see the train station, but he drives us all the way to town. I go directly home and fall asleep.
The morning after I realize my shoes are still missing, I’m so angry at the teacher for making me leave them behind. I try to text cool girl before remembering she doesn’t have her phone. I frantically start looking for my old classmates’ numbers, then I wake up for real and I’m so relieved to realize the shoes are safe and sound in my closet.
Job Hunting Anxiety
I dream that (ex) boss lady has opened a supermarket right above the old store; it’s the same damn supermarket, the only kind that exists in my town. I’m hired not at all legally, when I get there I see a dead goat next to the entrance, she looks like she’s sleeping. She’s on sale, obviously.
My cousin is my acting tutor again, being a bitch as usual. Customers are rude as hell. I don’t know how to use the cash register.
We Visit Each Other Pretty Often In My Dreams, Never Met IRL
I dream that my beloved long time penpal, C. is visiting me. She looks exactly like A., my childhood best friend, and that seems totally normal in dreamland. I feel bad for always making her fly here, instead of the other way round. It’s time for her to go back, and I promised I’d go on a trip with my grandparents, but no, seeing her off is much more important. We drive past the beach, the sun is setting, I say, how about it? Doesn’t it look a bit like California? Not really, but I could never imagine living far away from the sea like she does. (note: I HATE THE BEACH IRL!). For some reason instead of an airport we get to a train station. In London. I hug her goodbye.
I dream that I’m watching a cheerleading live show, the music is all by Spice Girls, and the real Spices, all five of them, are sitting on the bleachers, clapping. They look older, with crow’s feet and all, and utterly beautiful. The cheer captain is also gorgeous, I feel a bit guilty about trying to impress her because she’s so much younger than me. I tell her, you chose Spice Girls because you think they’re vintage, but to me they’re a very real, very fond childhood memory.
My Family Has Lived In A Mountain Village For Generations
I dream that I’m staying at a hotel. It’s pretty quiet until a mom with a bunch of kids arrives (or maybe she’s a teacher?). Nobody in their group is wearing a mask and I’m pissed about it. One of the kids, about eleven years old, brown hair, gawky, eats one of my stickers. I forgive him.
Next morning I’m roped into shooting a documentary. The film crew drives me to a town sitting on a hill, they go on about how it’s much smarter than building on a taller mountain. I’m pissed about that too. I stop at a local store to buy some snacks, everything is outrageously expensive. I’m told we are going to shoot on a beach next, I’m upset because I just want to go home. Plus I got my period, along with the snacks I have to buy pads. I go looking for a bathroom and can’t find one. The crew is growing impatient.
I Finished Elementary School 22 Years Ago
I dream that I’m sitting through a school test; it’s not difficult but there are too many pages and too many questions, I know I’ll never finish it in time so I just give up. Sitting next to me there’s L., a mousy girl who I haven’t seen or thought about since elementary school. She’s a teenager now, she tells me she has a fever, and couldn’t I buy medicine for her during the weekend? She’ll pay me back on Monday.
Monday is gonna be the last day of school. I lean against the back wall and look at the classroom, so familiar. It’s so strange that I’m about to become an adult and never set foot in a classroom again.
My parents don’t want me to go buy meds for L. There’s a pandemic outside, don’t I know? Also pharmacies are closed on Sundays. Also, also… I’m pretty sure this is a dream, so it’s not like I’m gonna disappoint her.
Send Me Something Less Mundane Subconscious I Beg You
I dream I’m with my family, we’re cleaning the house. My sister has one ear bigger than the other. Everybody is obsessed with Murder She Wrote for some reason. The next day I wake up and my hands and arms are covered in zits.
Also My Building Was A Hospital Again But Who’s Counting
I dream that my sister has come back home. I’m minding my own business, looking through a bunch of socks I ordered, and her bed is made and here she comes. Like always I grab her sheets and toss her outside the door.
Peter The Creep
I dream that I’m at the beach town, looking for my boss’ son who has been missing for three days. We spot him walking down the street: IRL he’s an old family friend I used to play with as a kid, but in dream I find it normal that he’s also my boss’ son. Now, as an adult, he’s very tall and his eyes are very green. We shake hands awkwardly, then suddenly hug. It feels very nice. He explains he got sick and had to stay at a friend’s house for a while. And he didn’t call his mother?! I think, appalled.
We stop at a cafe, order cappuccinos. The owner is a short, bald man, he tells us he owns three pizza places and five cafes, including one near my building. He can’t remember where though, I ask my whole of family and none of us are able to locate the cafe.
The day after I’m at school, the formerly missing son runs over to me. He’s still very tall, eyes very green. I think I might have a crush. The way the conversation is going, I’m hoping he’s gonna leave his girlfriend for me, but instead he’s leaving her to be with… Peter Pan? The girlfriend is furious, she’s aggressively playing soccer. I try to hug her, but the moment I touch her I start shaking like I’m having a weird alien seizure.
They bring me home, put me to bed, I’m still shaking. I hear footsteps downstairs: I know it’s Peter Pan. Maybe he’s gonna cure me with fairy dust? He steps inside the room, I see he’s not a child, but an adult in a green leafy costume. I’m very disappointed with this casting choice.
Getting Lost In My Own City Is Perfectly On Brand
I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.
Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!
Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 