I dream that I’m going home with my body painted like a pink flamingo. Hunched forward, one arm behind my back and the other, the one that looks like a head and beak, held up above me.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
I’m Mortally Afraid Of Teenagers
I dream that I’m strolling with friends when a teen girl knocks me down. “Excuse me!” I say. She mocks me, she’s very mean. When I’m not looking she tries to unzip my bag and steal my spare mask. I tell her I’m gonna call her parents and school and tell everything.
Later I look her up on social media and see she’s still complaining about me.
Something Like That
I dream about a lot of stuff, I’m sure, that I don’t remember. Wait, I dream about… sketching a poster? With a lot of colorful people. Also, someone grabbing my wrist to check the time on my watch.
Christmas In August. Also, The Moon.
I dream that I’m a scientist at the end of a long, long stay on the moon. I didn’t have an easy relationship with my colleague, also a brilliant scientist. But now, at then end, we sit under a blanket together and cuddle, watching the black sky from a big window. She’s beautiful. Our orange cat is bouncing around the station wearing a little space suit.
Then I dream that I’m teaching how to read to a little Middle Eastern boy, descendant of knights and dragons. It’s Christmas day and I’m trying to keep my tears at bay because I know there won’t be any presents for me under the tree, my family will have forgotten as usual. They are all sitting around the dinner table, arguing about politics.
I Have A New Neighbor!
I dream about prepping for my day at school, putting all my books and notebooks in my bag, determined to find out my class schedule this time— (Why do I keep dreaming about this?! As far as I can remember I had no problem keeping track of my schedule back then.)
(At this point I’m woken by my new South American neighbor, who is AS USUAL barking at her phone on the balcony next to my bedroom window. It’s 7:20 of a Sunday morning.)
I fall asleep again and I dream that I go knocking on the woman’s door. I’m welcomed in by the two sisters who used to live here twenty years ago: they are adults now and we chat amicably, catching up on our lives.
I finally reach the garden (how is there a garden inside an apartment?) where my new neighbor is standing. In my broken Spanish, I try to beg her to please, please stop screaming at her phone. She takes my hand and tells me her name is Marisol and she misses her family very much. Then we have to run away because the garden fills with smoke as the building catches fire. A group of firefighters that are actually child acrobats rush in after us.
By now I’m trying to wake myself up because I’m aware I’ve overslept. I have no luck as I keep finding myself inside another nested dream. Since nothing is real anyway, I decide to go outside and make people strip naked.
Social Gatherings Make Me Anxious
(So many details that I wanted to remember and promptly forgot while still half asleep.)
My sister is studying for her finals. She’s mad at me for getting in the room to look for my backpack.
(Are we teens again, or is this now?)
Rescuing a hen with a broken wing.
(Since when do we live in the countryside?)
I don’t want to go to the school dance. The theme is wild west and I do have quite a nice jacket to wear, but I hate parties and I won’t go.
Gran is disappointed, she really wanted to come with. She looks so young and healthy, her hair is black instead of white.
I feel guilty.
Edible Ride
I dream about visiting an amusement park. The ferris wheel is a giant, round ice pop, either red or pink, I can’t remember. Suddenly the upper half breaks down, raining ice cream on everyone. Thank God, I think, that thing has been up since the 1970s. Now they can build a prettier one.
A Wallet Lost In Time
I dream that I jump back to the 1900s. There is a pretty girl very surprised to see me standing there in her house, wearing pants.
That night we go together to the town festival. The trees are blooming even though it’s fall, I feel a bit spooked. I realize my wallet is missing and someone must have stolen it from my pocket. I have no choice but jump back to the start of the evening.
The girl and I go to a local seamstress, I ask if my grandmother left any of her clothes to mend. I hope I can get my hands on a bag to carry my wallet in. The seamstress says that, oh yes, she left plenty of clothes without ever coming back to collect them, she was just about to throw away the whole lot.
I say, my grandma is almost 90, you can’t expect her to remember things. Then I ask if she has a spare bag, she gives me a Bart Simpson backpack.
I’m A Guardian, I’m A Gardener, I’m Not A Cook
I dream that I am the guardian of a magic stone portal. It was built by Leonardo Da Vinci and connects different places in the world. I have to stop the tour headed to Rome because there are magic bubbles blowing in the portal and it’s dangerous to cross.
I dream that there is a tree growing under my neighbor’s balcony, one night I go to touch it. The leaves are soft and colorful. I clean all the plastic and garbage on the ground below it.
I dream about having a cooking contest before Easter lunch. Two people in my family are competing as I wait on the couch with my stomach rumbling. The ingredients must come from one specific little town.
Haven’t Seen Him In Fifteen Years
I dream that I meet him again and we give it another chance, because he’s the one.
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