I dream that we buy a new house and I’m excited at first, then I freak out because I don’t do well with change and I cry until I’m left at home alone.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
I Know But Hey!
I dream that I find a white mouse under my bed, I’m kind of afraid but I have no choice, I scoop it up and put it outside my bedroom.
Then I dream that I’m trying a machine that beeps whenever I’m walking past someone romantically compatible. I try to approach these potential partners but it goes horribly, finally a girl tells me I’m too ugly to date.
I’m Very Short Sighted Okay
I dream that a famous photographer is scolding me for using the LCD screen on my camera instead of the viewfinder, and it’s stressing me out a lot.
I Wanted To Touch A T*t, Not Look At It
I dream that my penpal C. is visiting. We get into my parents’ bed and I want to get some kissing and cuddles on, but people keep walking into the room. At dawn we go outside, her plane leaves at 10 and I want to spend these last precious hours together, but neighbors rope us into a birdwatching session instead.
This Is Gonna Be A Recurring Thing Huh?
I dream that it’s December 24th and our Christmas tree isn’t up yet, we go to the basement and rummage for decorations, but all the while I’m uneasy because how did we get to December? I’m pretty sure it was July just a moment ago. I “wake up” into another dream and now it’s the right month and I feel vindicated.
Safer Than Doing It IRL Anyway
(I fell asleep angry at my mother and so I dreamed about yelling at her, which was very satisfying.)
The House Is Ours And She Can’t Sell It, Phew
I dream that Gran has been convinced by my aunt and uncle to sell them the house; they are selfish, greedy people and they will kick us out for sure. I yell at Gran that I never want to see her again, that she’s dead to me. She’s so old and fragile, bit I don’t feel bad one bit.
Then I dream I attend a survival course where the instructor is an abusive d***head. I’m not a child anymore and I won’t let him treat me like this, I face him and get kicked out of the course.
Can’t Remember S***
Should have written that down
Mysterious Package
I dream that I receive a round, soft package in the mail. There’s an orange sweater clumsily rolled up inside, it used to be mine and I wore it all the time in high school, but I haven’t seen it in years. The package comes from London and it’s from an old friend from school but there’s no note. I try to remember why she had my sweater, I look through my old photos and I find a video where we’re chatting in the middle of a town I don’t know. A giant felt doll is walking close to us and looks right into the camera, I immediately know she’s evil.
The Ceremony Made Me Cry BTW
I dream that I walk into the living room and find my family decorating the Christmas tree. I’m sure it’s summer so I must be dreaming. I start to panic because if I’m asleep I’ll miss the Olympics opening ceremony, and I won’t be able to go to the pharmacy either. I decide to jump out the window, hoping the shock will wake me up. It’s night outside, and I land on a layer of snow; I don’t feel cold at all though, I don’t feel anything. People are pointing and laughing at me from windows and balconies. I spot a man holding a rifle and beg him to shoot me. He fires three times, I don’t know if I’m hit because I still can’t feel anything. I wander into the streets and grab people by the shoulders, begging them to wake me up because I need to go to the pharmacy. They ignore me.
It takes several tries of waking up in my bed only to realize it’s not real, but I finally make it out.
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