Author: Decade Dream Journal

The Rain In My Dreams Is Wishful Thinking

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I dream that it’s my brother’s birthday and I bought him hand cream and mints. My sister hasn’t bought him anything so I win.

We decide to go downtown to look for a present, we walk out the gate and realize we forgot our masks. My sister runs back in and fetches two yellow fabric ones. It’s raining and as we walk through the park we notice that the people sitting at the picnic tables don’t have umbrellas and are getting soaked. I explain to my sister that those are German tourists, they don’t bother with umbrellas because where they come from it rains all the time anyways, it’s a bit like Londoners.

(Photo by Lauren Fleischmann on Unsplash)

We arrive at a clothes stores, my sister shows me how to hang our bags from special magnets sticking from the cash register. It’s such an insider trick, I think, you can really tell she worked in a store before. My old Nokia is in my bag, one of the salesboys is looking at it with interest. It’s still a really good phone, he says. He starts chatting and telling us the story of his life, it’s very boring and we have to remind him to go help the long line of customers that has formed. One of the customers is a woman called Napoleon. She’s missing an eye.

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A Time Loop, Kinda

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I dream that I’m watching a TV show / possibly living it. It’s about three friends, the main character is played by Melanie Scrofano. They are at a party and it’s late, one of the friends goes to the bathroom and then calls her dad to come pick her up. Little does she know, her dad will drive to the party, he’ll never meet her mom, and she’ll never be born.

(No, they are not time travellers. This made perfect sense in my dream.)

With one of the friends erased from existence, she is replaced by another girl, Asian, who has four legs so she looks a bit like a centaur. They live their lives for a while and then the party happens again. The four legged girl goes to the party, then calls her dad… I start shivering, but it’s inevitable. It will happen again and again and again.

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I Just Want A Supermarket Within Walking Distance

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I dream that I’m in the city at night when I notice a new store. I think it’s a hardware store at first, but… no! It’s a supermarket! I’m overwhelmed with joy. Finally, finally I won’t have to travel miles for groceries.

I reach the entrance, and there’s a giant statue of a clown looking down on me, shining in the night lights. It’s not a supermarket after all, it’s a circus. I take a deep breath and enter.

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Lil Anxious

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I dream that I go back to the store to bring coffee to my ex coworkers. They’re all busy and everybody ignores me.

Then I dream that my grandma’s boyfriend is driving me home. He’s completely reckless, his turns are too wide, he keeps hitting walls. He’s wearing sandals. I’m terridied.

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I’m Getting Anxious To Record My Dreams, IN My dreams

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I dream that I’m traveling with my siblings committing murders, and I’m taking notes of everything we do so I can write it all down on this blog (ha!). The police is growing suspicious so we ask our dad to pick us up. We wait for him on the shores of a small lake, marveling at how people swim and sunbathe just like it was an ocean.

I dream that I’m biking around town. I stop to pick up my late Grandma G’s doctor prescriptions. I have a little brother, 3 years old, and I’m convinced that he’s a genius. He’s able to locate every part of the body (armpits, chin, feet, hands) and count to twenty. Maybe we’ll have him skip kindergarten and go directly to primary school.

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Hatred For Cousin And Love For Dark, Two Constants In My Life

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I dream that I’m staying at a friend’s house somewhere far away. His mom starts packing because we’re apparently leaving in the middle of the night, she stuffs inside the bag two boxes of cherry ice cream. I sneak to the apartment above where Katharina from Dark and her children are fast asleep. I whisper to them that they are perfect, never ever change.

We leave and my friend’s mom stops the car in some random city. We go to a famous vet that needs to cure our cat, or possibly our owl. There are a bunch of people in line, all pissed because the vet turned out to be a scam. My friend’s mom, who is now my Aunt M., breaks down the door. The vet is cowering in a corner, terrified. My friend who is now my cousin sits at the table and is now using all my stickers on a postcard. I’m extremely upset at this. My aunt is disappointed at the both of us.

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Do Your Worst Weird Dreams, Nothing Can Shock Me Anymore

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I dream that I’m going shopping, but first I need to pee. The bathrooms are located underground, I take an escalator and find myself in a long queue of girls. Maybe I can convince them to let me go first? I say out loud,

I REALLY FUCKING NEED TO PEE!

Another girl has said the exact same thing at the exact same time. We look at each other. Maybe we can share the toilet? One cheek each?

It’s our turn. The bathroom we step in is dark, gritty and enormous, with impossibly high ceilings, almost as if it was built from an underground cave. There are at least two toilets in the vast space, sitting high above the ground. A lot of people are watching, but I can’t afford to care. I need to go. I climb to the toilet and sit and… no pee comes out. How is it possible?

I have to wake up and run to the toilet for real.

I’m in a car with my whole family. My dad is driving, but he’s not paying the road any attention. Instead he’s reading something. I realize with horror it’s one of my old journals! Actually, all of my journals are here.

Furious at this invasion of my privacy, I grab them and get off the car. I end up in an old building, it’s dark and my old elementary teacher is there, wearing a black veil and smiling a wicked smile. She’s as ghastly as I remembered, I hate her so much I start to choke her. She seems to enjoy it. I have sex with her, it seems like the logic thing to do.

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I Actually Worked Hard As Usual

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I dream that is my last day of work (it is!) and I don’t even care anymore, I just chill with the girl who’s gonna replace me.

On my way home I jump to a parallel dimension. I don’t want to spend any money, but I see a stray cat with one eye missing and buy some minced meat for it.

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