I dream that I’m sitting for my finals, after having so many nightmares about it. I scribble furiously with a pencil. I answer to every question sarcastically. The answer to a math question is a little drawing. Time’s almost up. I write, go fuck yourselves. I don’t need you and your degrees anymore, I’m an adult.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
I’m Just Casually Jumping Between Nested Dreams At This Point
I dream that I find a note under my bedroom door. It’s from my sister, it says
Before coming to the living room, close your eyes.
I’m excited because I’m convinced it must be a surprise birthday party, then I remember that my birthday is in April, it’s September now and my sister was just being mean.
I also realize that I’ve forgotten to take my pills, and I need the bathroom, now!
The bathroom is busy. My only chance is to wake up and away from this nightmare. I open my eyes into another dream. I sigh out loud.
And This Is Only The Five Minutes Before I Woke Up!
I dream that my brother borrows me his comics (am sure hang up on those, huh). I’m reading my sister’s secret diary and when she finds out she’s incredibly mad, but I don’t care what she thinks, I hate her. A man pretends to be pregnant but it was only chalk hidden under his shirt. I go out with friends and order a burrito, which is actually a tomato.
I Need To Buy A Tripod And Work On My Exposure
I dream that I’m on a cruise ship with my parents and sister, my first order of business: to locate a stationary store. We disembark for a little tour, I’m running late because I still have to tie up my shoelaces. I take a picture of a little frog, then of a rock with a hole on top, the sun shining through, then of my dad posing in front of some pretty doors. They are all too dark.
Some Snippets! What A Throwback!
I dream that my hairdresser is dead. His ghost appears to his successor so he can explain how to cut my hair just right.
I dream that I have a bunch of plants on my desk and I’m watering them and they’re all very happy.
I dream that there’s a tiny mouse −smaller than an ant!− running all over my bed sheets.
I dream that there’s a giant cave deep deep below us underground, where the devil is stuck from the waste down.
In Which I Just Wanna Go Home
I dream that I stop at a stationary store. As I’m buying two pens (a fine liner and a brush pen) the owner tells me the store is going out of business. I crumple on the floor crying. This was the last stationary store in town, I sob, what am I gonna do now?! The pens cost five bucks, I’m so upset I demand to only pay three.
Instead of going home I end up at the mall to blow out some steam. I decide to take a bus to go back, I don’t have a ticket but I can always pretend I forgot it. It’s too late when I realize the bus is going the wrong way. How am I going home now? We arrive at a small rocky alley, the driver makes us all get out of the bus, we dismantle the roof and carry it to the other side. Above our heads there are tall, narrow houses made of white rock. From a balcony, my late great-aunt E. waves at me. She looks like she always did, with her white hair in a tight bun. She asks how my parents are.
I dream that I’m taking my telemarketing job to the next level and selling door-to-door. I arrive at the house of an old man called Peter Minniti, he is apparently a great politician of yonder. His house is a small villa outside Florence, it’s late evening and he’s a bit upset about the intrusion, but his wife makes me tea. I try to sell him a phone subscription, he agrees to come by the store and asks for my number. I can’t seem to be able to type it in his phone and it’s getting late, so late, I’m sweating with anxiety. I eventually write it down on a piece of paper and leave in a hurry.
It’s so dark outside, I don’t know my way. I send my car forward on its own, then realize I was supposed to sent it north, and north is the opposite way! What can I do? Start walking and hope for the best? The old politician and his wife appear on their window and tell me they saw pictures of my nephew on Instagram, I don’t know what to say to that. A funeral procession passes by.
I walk and walk and walk and know I will never reach home, and then I realize I can just wake up and be home in a second.
Little Stress, Little Pain And This Happens
I dream that I’m the store working, people are crowding and I’m so fed up I start yelling and insulting them. Everybody is disappointed in me, why did I do that? I realize it must be a dream, I would never do that IRL.
I try to wake up and now I’m at my doctor. I tell her my breast hurts, she takes a syringe and extracts a green fluid from the boob, it looks like jello. Says she’ll test it for cancer, meanwhile I should go rest.
I go home and it’s Dark’s Jonas’ house. They are celebrating a birthday party, there are three Franziskas.
Watching Gaga’s 911 And Looking For All The Symbolism In My Dreams… Even Though My Mind Is Just Dumb
I dream that there are three Beatles still alive. When they put on a live show they look like slightly older One Directions.
Then I dream that I have to bake a pie for the store, but the one my sister made is much better and I feel defeated. A friend (or maybe a famous chef?) comes over and has me taste his pie. The crust is amazing, but the filling is kinda sour. Maybe the fruit wasn’t ripe? No, he says, mine is just better.
I end up bringing my pie to an elementary school. Kids love it.
I Don’t Remember A Thing About This Dream Except The Clown Phone, We Can Only Hope My Notes Are Right
I dream that everyone I ever worked with through the years is in my house. A former boss is looking for a phone, I only have a novelty landline shaped like a clown.
We sit for lunch and my parents start fighting, everyone is looking at me with pity, like suddenly they understand why I have issues. I try to talk to them but my sister is having another tantrum and nobody can hear me. There are glass shards on the floor and I start sweeping them. My dead grandpa is there.
In the evening I go to see a show. My cousin is sitting at the ticket booth, she tells me an inside joke, her manager is upset. Inside the theater a 40s movie is playing starring Miley Cyrus. Next to me is sitting the movie’s director, he tries to touch me inappropriately. I get up and go sit with my cousin, he’s very upset.
I Need To Read Back Because I’m Sure This Is Not The First Time I Dream About This
I dream the my mother and I are staying at my old university apartment, even though I haven’t lived there in a decade. We have forced the lock and made the beds, I’m thinking to stay maybe a few days, visit the mall, the comic book store, the city of Venice…
Then I remember it’s September and my old landlord −the awful bitch− will be renting the apartment to some other poor student. I tell my mom, quick! pack up and run away before she shows up. It’s too late. Here she comes showing the place to a couple of kids. I’ll distract her, I say, you strip the beds before she sees them.
I walk in the living room and when she’s surprised to see me, I explain I just stopped by to pee. She seems to find my excuse perfectly logical. She introduces me to the two students, and I can’t help it: I tell them,
It’s a scam. The apartment sucks. She’s a horrible person. Run away!
She’s distraught that I would betray her like this. Why, she even bought a new kitchen!
Mom and I go back home. I’m thinking maybe not everything is lost, maybe we can still take the train and go visit Venice, what’s it gonna take, two hours? (Spoiler: IRL it takes much, much, much, much, MUCH more). Unfortunately my sister is having some kind of tantrum-slash-existential crisis and we waste too much time trying to calm her down. Her hair is long now and she wants to be called “Tovah”.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 