I dream that my whole family has sat down to watch my mom’s Spanish soap opera. I’m surprised to realize it’s actually really, really good, there’s dancing and singing and even a beautifully animated sequence.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
I Was So Enraged?
I dream that my siblings have hired some blonde woman to make a video presentation about my grandma. We sit down to watch it and it’s made with the Sims 2, it’s amateurish and frankly offensive. I raise my hand because I’m really angry and I want to criticize it, the blonde woman realizes this and runs away. I run after her through town until I see her going inside a big beautiful house. I follow her into a large country kitchen where an old woman is rolling dough. I live her my phone number so her family will listen to my criticism.
Familiar Faces
I dream that I’m back in high school, my dad is also there teaching and everyone hates him. My old classmate S. is mad at me because she thinks I skipped the line to the principal’s office (I didn’t). Inside I ask for s signed note excusing me for being late during all next week, the principal is kind of bemused about it. While I’m there I steal my dad’s report and later show it to him, he’s very depressed about his low rates so I tell him the story of a young girl named Harry Potter who had round glasses, brown hair and really big boobs.
The next day everybody looks really happy, it takes me a moment to realize it’s the last day of school and I feel really dumb, why did I ask for that principal’s note? All the students around me looks like children and I feel ancient. I meet with S. again, although I don’t recognize her at all. We go home under my umbrella, I tell her about my college experience and how I finally found my true calling: photography. I don’t know where we’re going, I simply follow her and we end up on the beach. I’m happy to take a few pictures before a hasty retreat since it’s way too hot, I tell S. to call me back in the fall when temps are more human.
Conspiracy Theories
I dream that I’m going grocery shopping with my cousin; we pick the usual supermarket, always the same one. We get bread, squid, beef. The police is waiting for us outside, I wear my Falcon wings (yes, the Marvel one) and fly away. I get home and find out my mom has been arrested; my dad and brother are waiting for me in the living room, they explain that the country is now under a dictatorship and we’ve lost our freedom of speech. How long have I been out, I wonder. And also, is the police listening to us through our phones? Dad gives me a green glowy sticker, he’s acting like it’s very important. I stick it to my mug and drink some tea; I’m now transported into a magical dream world where I can talk to my mom. I’m a small boy and she is Princess Leia.
Two?!
(This one’s from yesterday.) I dream that I’m reading a strangely handwritten book about a group of paranormal investigators in their forties. There are two bisexual women and two men with long hair and big mustaches, one blond and one black haired, they’re in a loving relationship with each other. The fifth member of the group is Prince Charles.
Then I dream that I’m at the mountain house with my whole family. We decide to walk to the village but I forgot my camera and need to run back. I find a homeless man in front of the door, he is using a coin to trick our fingerprint lock. He’s very surprised to realize there are people in the house today, he begs me to let him stay the night. I call out loud for my dad who promptly kicks the man out. I feel slightly guilty.
Will We Be Ever Okay In Crowds Again?
(I’ve been taking a break cause I haven’t slept well in days and I can’t remember if I dreamed about anything at all. But I got something from tonight.)
I dream I’m at a stationary store –one that has been closed for a decade IRL– buying a pen drive. The first one they show me is pink, I ask for another one. The second pen drive is green and comes with a shoulder bag, useful for carrying cookies.
Meanwhile more and more people enter the store, I feel sandwiched against the counter. I tell an old lady to back off, I’m very rude but I feel like she was rude to me first. A commotion outside, people are screaming. A biker has fallen on his head, he’s bleeding profusely. We look for bandages in the store, there’s nothing.
A Guy With A Big Air Blower Woke Me Up
and I was so angry I immediately forgot my dream. Haven’t you ever heard of brooms, sir?!
I Wish
Something about winning a photography competition.
Five More Minutes!
(I was sleeping so deeply when the alarm ringed and the details were all gone a moment later, I only remember the dream being really frustrating, which is so typical.)
I Was So Frustrated The Whole Time
I dream that I want to go visit my penpal C., I take the wrong train going the opposite direction. I jump off the train and get on a bus, it goes the wrong direction too, I’m angry with the driver for some reason. I finally get to her house one day later; she’s so angry I have to hypnotize her and her whole family so they’ll forgiving me.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 