In Which Queer Feelings Abound

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m at school waiting for a teacher I apparently really love. I look impatiently out the window until I spot her, riding on a bike and carrying an easel. She grins and waves at me. She’s so beautiful and so smart. Later she asks me to translate two words on the blackboard, I know the translation is “Bare Feet”. I’m so flustered I instead write,

I am familiar with my bare feet.

I’m watching an old silent movie about a young woman fighting an evil orphanage headmistress. They climb a building, the visual effects are really good considering the time period. I can clearly sense the homoerotic subtext.

Weird Positions

Posted on September 1, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my arm hurts. I seek a new body so I can escape from this pain. Eventually I turn into a slimy black squid with a human face and a pink bow, ugly but also kinda cute? I swim away happily but my arm still hurts, why does it still hurt?!

I wake up and it’s because I’m sleeping on it. I turn over and fall back asleep.

This Shit Again

Posted on August 31, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my old friend S. sends me a video message, it’s got a weird filter that makes her look like a cartoon dog riding a bike and pulling a cart full of puppies. Very fitting, I think, seeing how many children she has in real life. In the message she asks for my school notes. I have to tell her I decided to quit school and that I have a job now! (HOW MANY FRIGGIN TIMES do I have to feel guilty in my dreams about quitting high school? Seeing as I NEVER QUIT HIGH SCHOOL IRL!)

Then I dream about Kevin McCallister running from the police on a flying hoverboard.

Could I BE More Predictable?

Posted on August 30, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m playing the Sims. I rotate through different families, there’s a couple trying to solve a murder and there’s one that is moving back to their parents’ haunted house.

A Maze So Recurring By Now I Know Exactly How To Get Out

Posted on August 29, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that the store I work at is now a hospital. Today new recruits, junior doctors and nurses, are arriving, I meet one of them and offer to show her around. She’s a young woman with her son, I show the boy the giant slides on the roof of the hospital, doesn’t he want to play? He says he’d rather stick with his mom.

The hospital is once again a giant maze. After running in circles for a bit I decide to use a secret ladder. It’s a trick I always use in my dreams, I explain to the woman and the boy, maybe it’ll work now even though this totally isn’t a dream, absolutely not, we’re all wide awake.

Finally we reach a classroom, we’re super late so I end up sitting in a student’s desk instead of the teacher’s desk with the other senior employees. My cousin wants to know why I haven’t sent my notes to the other students yet. I rush home and start googling them because of course I misplaced mine. They all seem to be about philosophy and religion. My coworker S. calls me frantically because I’m still not back to the store and he needs help. Meanwhile all the other students are trying to solve a murder.

Small Anxieties Adding Up

Posted on August 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m trying to shower in a room full of people, I’m begging them to please, please leave or at least look the other way so I can take off my clothes. One of the people is my coworker S., he’s upset about my work performance, I guess.

Then I dream that my favorite TV couple are back together. I’m so happy, and yet even in my subconscious I know it’s too good to be true, I scroll down twitter to find any news about it. There is none.

Performance Anxiety

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m at work and I’m told I’ll have to take a quiz on Monday to proven how much I’ve learned and my worth as an employee. I legit think, “This is gonna give me nightmares”.

I go back home in a bad mood. It’s raining, as usual, and yet there’s a farmer market along the street. I can’t find my building’s entrance (“Just like in my nightmares”, I think), I can’t see her but my mother is mocking me from the balcony, calling me stupid.

There Was Much More Stuff And Yet I Only Remember What I Saw Just Before Waking Up

Posted on August 26, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m called to a window to see a zeppelin fly by. The sky is gray and thundering, from the smokey clouds emerges… a massive red frog, with big black eyes, swimming lazily through the air. I watch as its giant belly flies above my head.

Why Is It Always A Train

Posted on August 25, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I take a train to go to work (IRL I just walk there). It’s the wrong train and I’m left in the middle of nowhere. I have to trek back through the countryside in the middle of the night.

A Very Specific Anxiety That Didn’t Exists Last Year

Posted on August 24, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I go to work one morning and outside the store there are hundreds and hundreds of people. What’s going on?! I ask someone. TV says we’re about to go on lockdown again, they explain, and everybody got here while they still can.

I walk inside and there are more people amassed behind the counter. Even the back office isn’t safe, I sit at the computer trying to ignore the countless eyes watching me, waiting to ask me questions, impatient because I’m filing old documents instead of helping customers. When they start taking out and reading the office’s binders I have to yell. That is private information!

I see my coworkers turning the lights off and putting they jackets back on. I follow their lead and run outside just as the shutters come down. Even bigger a crowd has gathered outside, there are journalists with their cameras and politicians giving interviews, blaming the government for this mess. I run away.

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