Area Woman Decides To Wake Up Early And Shower, Has All Night Anxiety About It

Posted on November 1, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m typically upset about not receiving any presents. I storm in my room and brood a bit, yell a bit at my neighbors for blasting far-right propaganda from their windows. I know I need to go shower, yet I waste hours playing Pokémon on an old Game Boy Advance. I feel so bad for procrastinating. My brain is like mush.

I finally get up and step in the shower box, I struggle not to just sit down and brood some more. No, I need to concentrate on the task ahead. My grandma is there too (now the shower is the size of a large room with black marble walls), she’s standing on a stool and trying to take a picture from a slit window, she says she wishes her phone had a better camera. Well, I have a better camera!

The ocean is on the other side of the window, blue and shiny and I start taking pictures. Now the shower is an open space on the beach and the walls are bamboo. I feel guilty about leaving the water running, but the sun is setting and I need these pics for my Instagram. Beach goers try to shower and I shoo them away. Two men are painting the wall of a building with Michelangelo’s frescoes, I take picture after beautiful picture. The beach employees are trying to stop me. The water is still running.

I Couldn’t Find A Logic Thread In This One Even When It Was Fresh In My Mind, It’s Just Stuff That Happens

Posted on October 30, 2020October 30, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

There’s a small, beautiful island we visited on a school trip (I’m sure I’ve seen this place before and need to read back in this blog to find it). The day after I watch a cartoon set on the island, the main character is played by Marisha Ray and Pope Francis is there too. I know it’s a really cool cartoon from my childhood and I need to stream it now. I call my physiotherapist on the phone, he tells me he bought poison ivy fences.

In Which I’m Clueless

Posted on October 29, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister has come back home and I can’t even remember if I’m supposed to be mad at her or not. Did we have a huge fight in this dream world too? Who knows. I just want to sleep and there are so many people that won’t leave me alone.

So I take my cat to an animal sanctuary. There are dogs and cats and even little pigs swimming in big water buckets. I’m taking a ton of delightful pictures when I notice they’re all blind. Is this a place for blind animals? Is my cat blind too? Again, who knows.

It’s Supposed To Be West, But After All We Are All East Of Something

Posted on October 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I travel back to 1891 and I should never do that, I should always go forward, because now I have a small sister, just a child with big, brown, sad eyes, and our father has given her up in marriage. She’s so small, but there’s nothing I can do to help.

I dream that I’m travelling on a bus with a group of friends. We reach the East Coast and it’s my home town, somehow? A boy with a guitar joins us after I watch his Youtube videos. We dig a long tunnel to the nearest Gucci store, stop at an underground dance party that looks out of West Side Story. We are hideous dancer, we look for a more amateurish party. We noticed another room in the tunnel with beautiful chandelier lights shining in the dark, we stop there but it’s not a dance floor, it’s a church and there are coffins on the benches.

🙃

Posted on October 27, 2020October 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

Oh, who cares. The world is burning anyway.

Ugly But Still Lovely

Posted on October 26, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my house is full of kittens, ugly kittens, kittens covered in scars. Two little twin cousins come by and they are kittens too, but also children, they can talk and have pigtails and walk on two legs. I wonder why, if cats can talk, we don’t teach all of them.

Let’s Elaborate Some Very Pressing Anxieties In Fun Creative Ways, Not Terrifying At All

Posted on October 25, 2020October 25, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that Trump is doing an election rally and attendance is mandatory. It’s night and he’s a giant –as tall as a five-story building– I’m angry and disgusted and so scared. He talks and talks and I do something very brave: I grab one of his toes. He looks down with his giant, orange, awful face.

Don’t you agree with me?

he asks.

No, I don’t. Because you’re a cheating fucking LIAR!

The crowd cheers. MAGAs body slams me like it’s the NFL, my dad has to shove them off.

The day after a war is declared. We watch on TV as our soldiers (wearing Victorian uniforms complete with lace and capes) storm into an enemy’s church and slice up their victims with shiny sabers.

Our town is deserted, everybody is hiding at home.

Dad and I go for a walk and are stopped by two guards in fascist regalia, one young and one old. The young one orders me to smash a rock into my dad’s skull, just for funsies. I need to be smart. I turn to the old man, who looks like he’s caught into something bigger than him, and say,

Can I offer you tea instead?

Relieved, the old man accepts. The tea shop is empty though, the owners have left in a hurry. We go looking for them in the building and the young man chases us up the stairs, angry and yelling, until he trips and fall. I can hear him howling in pain below us. We find the tea shop owners hiding in the attic, they ask us how bad it is outside. It’s very bad, I tell them.

I go back home and Trump’s about to come home too, he’s my stepdad now. I’m appalled at my mom’s poor judgement. I shove food in my mouth and go hide in my room. I’m still terrified.

He’s Always My Kid Neighbor Even Though He’s A Lawyer With A Beard Now

Posted on October 24, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m with my whole family watching a Christmas movie that is inexplicably my mom’s favorite soap opera, set in the summer. My neighbor is there, he points on the screen at a super weird extra wearing a hairy costume, kinda like Bigfoot, and walking on a leash an equally hairy dog.

It’s such a striking look I have to go to my room, take a screencap and print it out. The result is not a sheet of paper but a lifelike little action figure. Looking at it closely I realize it’s not a Sasquatch after all but a Chewbacca costume. I go show my neighbor this new development: he’s also a dog now, he’s in the bathroom drinking from the tap and it stares at the toy, sweet and brainless.

I take it to my siblings instead, my brother strips out the Chewie fur and a Harley Quinn figure is revealed. That also seems weird, so he removes the head and there’s a smaller He-Man head underneath. He breaks the toy in half and there’s a rocky, crumbly material inside. Grandma wants to use it as a pumice stone, but I stop here: it could be toxic.

It’s All About My Father’s Disapproval, Really

Posted on October 23, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m walking out of a physiotherapist clinic, it’s dark outside and raining. My mom and dad are sitting in their car waiting for me, but when I approach they drive away in a rush, leaving me hanging. I’m incredibly upset about this. Another car stops by, it’s small, green and ancient. A group of relatives are sitting inside (a second cousin with her mother, mother-in-law and young son). They offer to drive me home, but I refuse: I’d rather stand here in the rain and make my parents feel guilty.

I dream that I’m hanging out with some friends. All we do is sit on some chairs in a giant room (sports hall?), sleep in the afternoons and eat fruit at night. It’s all very chill and nice. My dad is also sitting somewhere in the room, and looking at us disappointed.

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