I dream that I’m walking to the doctor with my dad. I realize I forgot my mask at home, but this is the chance to use the spare one I always carry in my bag. People around me are not bothering with a mask at all. My cousin is trying to steal my magazine pages to use for karate practice (that’s what my notes say, I don’t know!). Gran is also there, I’m mad at her because she won’t stay put at home.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
Disappointed To Wake Up With No Car. Also TW Animal Suffering
I dream about a mom with two small children, brother and sister. The little girl has a kitten, she doesn’t want to leave it behind but her mom puts it inside a box, tells the daughter “it will be fine”.
It is of course not fine and the kitten suffocates and dies. He turns into the angry ghost of a child, he kills the two little siblings and they turn into ghosts too.
I dream that it’s my birthday and one of my aunts buys me a new car and a Nintendo switch. My brother is jealous and steals the switch.
I Was Just Thinking I Haven’t Done A Puzzle Since Like Fourth Grade
I dream that I’m rushing back home because I forgot my mask. I walk past a toy store and inside I see the old man we used to buy toys from when I was a child. He grins at me. His wife was just saying they need to hire someone to help out in the store, I take a mental note of that.
I arrive at my building, take the stairs but my apartment’s floor is now a hospital ward, rows and rows of white bed with red-eyed children. They stare at me. A nurse runs towards me and says I can’t stay here, this is the Coronavirus ward.
I eventually find my apartment. It looks nothing like my actual apartment, and this knowledge almost triggers a lucid dream, but not quite. I go to my bedroom and find my sister there, making her own bed next to mine. I’m so upset I’ll have once again to share a room with her that I grab all her bed sheets and dump them outside the door. Then, feeling guilty, I tell my sister the I sent a letter to Noelle Stevenson to showcase her art. Noelle sent back a puzzle as a thank you gift.
The Amazing Peeing Cat
I dream that I’m running late for school, I get quickly dressed in an oversize pink t-shirt and jeans. My mom is waiting for me in the car, she’s driving. Wait, I say, I think I got my period. I rush back inside and to the bathroom. My jeans are a mess. As I’m stripping down my cat jumps on the toilet and starts peeing, a focused, almost painful expression on her face. It’s too late to get to school by now. My parents ask me why I didn’t go, I change the subject and tell them everything about the cat instead.
Now I’m in bed with Corona. I feel fine, I don’t have any symptoms, but my test came back positive and and now I have an app that counts down the days until I die. I’m terrified, I don’t want to die, but all I can do is lie in bed and wait. Six days pass, nothing happens. Maybe there was a mistake? Hopeful, I venture out of bed. My legs feel weak, out of practice. I peek into the living room, ask my family if I could maybe go back to the hospital and be tested again? They tell me to go back to bed and wait to die in silence.
I Apparently Really Like To Visit Hell From Time To Time
I dream that I’m going to visit my Gran, and that’s already making me uncomfortable because we should be isolating from the pandemic. I run into an old schoolmate’s mom, she’s not wearing a mask, a can only stand in horror as she grabs me and kisses both my cheeks in greeting. How could you! I yell. She doesn’t seem to understand what she did wrong.
At Gran’s place, I’m watching a TV show, or maybe playing a video game, or possibly living in it? It’s about a little girl who can speak with ghosts, she’s always haunted by the spectral figures of her dead parents. She’s currently sitting in her classroom, her teacher is John Mulaney. Then she goes home skating, she runs into a murderer running away from the police. Why didn’t you call us? The police demand. She doesn’t know how to explain that, due to her psychic powers, cell phones don’t work around her.
She arrives at Gran’s place, where we find dozens and dozens of single shoes and slippers. I try to find a logical explanation for it, but we all know ghosts are dumping them. The little girl avoids mirrors because she can always see reflected in them someone who just died and is being sent to hell. It’s like a white, crumbly room that goes into the unknown. We decide to explore hell as well, we take an elevator and arrive at the white room. We step inside.
It’s The Most Wonderful Time
I woke up and immediately checked my email to see all the Black Friday deals, no time to write down my dreams.
Dreams Are Like, Now You’re Staying At Gran’s, Now You Survive A Mass Shooting, Now You’re Eating Cake
I dream that I’m with a friend trying on clothes in a store. A man with a gun comes in, starts shooting. My friend shoves me inside a dressing rooms, tells me to hide. She is shot and killed, the right side of her face is caked in blood. I cower on the dressing room floor, I know the man is looking for me, but somehow he doesn’t spot me.
Can I Have A Lucid Dream Every Night Please
I dream that I’m trying to take pictures of a friend standing in front of a window. I realize that this is too big to be my window, and the city outside is too perfect, the old buildings bathed in twilight. This must be a dream.
I go out to explore this city that looks like mine but isn’t. I wonder if I can fly, but it seems like I need to follow the rules and map routes. My friend brings me to a small park, I can feel the grass blades dancing against my leg in the night breeze. I’m amazed at how detailed a feeling my subconscious can evoke, I know it’s not real but it feels real.
I’m now near my house, people are walking in bathing suits. I think that’s an excellent idea, and I conjure my favorite actress wearing a bikini, just because it’s a pretty sight to look at.
I arrive at some sort of terrace above the sea where people are sitting around tables, eating and chatting. There are rocky formations below and above, I start to climb. It’s amazing how easy rock climbing is when you know you are dreaming and there are no stakes. A rock falls down, I shout at the people above and they sidestep it, completely nonplussed. I lose my grip and feel no panic at all, just conjure a rope and hoist myself up.
The rocky climb turns into a rocky alley going up and up, flanked by quaint little houses. Two old women are walking along the alley arm in arm, I walk and chat with them for a while. They eventually go inside a house, and one of them says to me,
See you, ladybug!
My brain is amazing, I think. How can it come up with such brilliant dialogue?!
A Clever Little Alien
I dream that I’m trying to save little children from an alien that snuck into their bedroom one night.
I gently shake the older brother, waking him up. I whisper to him to get his baby sibling and run, run! He grabs the baby and disappears in the night riding his little trycicle.
That’s when I realize there’s another sibling, a little girl asleep in her bed. She wakes up. Her hair is blue, her eyes are yellow and her pupils cat-like. She smiles at me, her teeth pointy. She was the alien all along, and I have a sudden urge to protect her: after all, she only wanted to live with this family in peace.
The children’s mother knocks on the door, alarmed by all the noise. The little alien girl opens the door quickly, stopping the mother from coming inside. She explains the noise came from the street, someone threw a bucket of paint through the window, that’s why her hair is blue. The mother wants to check on the little boy and the baby, the girl says they just fell asleep, so please do not disturb them. She winks at me.
I Know I Already Said This But Teens Are The Worst Anyway
I dream that I’m trying to sleep, but my room is connected to the rooftop and people are coming and going. All I want is to be alone, from my bed I start yelling that only people who live in this building can come through, and only if they’re wearing a mask! They ignore me. I end up punching a teen girl.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 