I dream that I’m walking to school and it’s raining. I stop to buy some ham. If the dream wasn’t recurring enough, there are two identical supermarkets in the same town area. All I’m worried about is my ham melting because it’s too hot outside.
I come across a Christmas parade, I’m upset and I tell them it’s July! They accuse me of lacking Christmas spirit. I say,
I do have Christmas spirit. In December!
I walk past a crepes stand. My cousin takes me to a huge party in a nearby house, it’s too damn loud and I immediately nope out of it. Cousin is upset.
I go back home and watch a Doctor Who episode with my mom, who is apparently a Michelle Gomez fan. Then we watch Derry Girls, it’s an episode where they ice skate like their idol, Tonya Harding. A little boy falls in love with James and is stalking him.
I dream that I keep being late for school, I’m late in the morning, I’m late in the afternoon. I even waste time cleaning the mailbox outside my house, it’s raining so it really doesn’t make any sense.
Then I dream that I’m hiding a kitten and a little girl in my room. The child is about six or seven. I tell her to not make a sound because there’s a monster in the hallway.
The monster is my father. He finds the kitten and throws it against a wall during one of his tantrums. I eventually have to tell him about the girl too, and to my great surprise he doesn’t get angry. We end up fostering dozens of children to reap the government’s benefits.
We go check the spare apartment where we are storing the children. They all turned into stickers, and a few suffocated inside their plastic wraps. I wonder if it’s morally wrong to still use the stickers, they look real pretty even though they are dead.
I dream that I’m in the car with my dad, he’s angry and suddenly he turns into my cat, her claws gripping the steering wheel.
Then I have the usual dream about believing you’ve woken up but then realizing it’s not true and trying to wake up again and again, going up a level of consciousness until yes, you’re awake for real and you can tell the difference.
(Strange, that usually happen when I set an early alarm, but it’s Sunday today)
That’s so strange how I’ve been dreaming about my old neighbor S., considering I haven’t seen the guy in years. This time he’s a teen and I steal his diary, write funny jokes on it. He’s so mad I run to the basement. I go down flights after flights of stairs, then crawl into a tunnel that gets smaller and smaller.
Another dream: I’m hearing a pitch about a new Star Wars movie, the main character is Palpatine. He towers menacingly over a young kid (Ben?) He kills and scalps a woman. He goes back home where his clone is sitting on the couch playing fantasy football. He kills the clone.
I dream that I’m walking through a park at night, when a young man starts following me. I’m spooked and start walking faster, he pleads for me to stop in a sad, sad voice.
He follows me all the way home, and in the hallway light I can see that he’s crying. I ask him where he’s from. He says he’s Filipino and so far away from home. He’s so lonely and he just wanted to talk to a fellow Asian, he thought I had a nice face.
I introduce him to my parents and they are opposed to have a stranger at home, but I explain his story and they’re soon moved to tears. Except… they are not my parents and this is not my home. I’m not there at all, I’m watching the whole thing happen on my TV. It’s a TV series!
And guess what, the boy and the girl fall in love. I never find out how the story ends because my mother (my real mother, this time) thinks the show is too racy and turns the TV off.
I dream that there’s a phone game I’m really looking forward to play, it’s deceptively simple and cutesy but I’ve been told the plot has a rather dark turn.
Thing is, I can’t possibly concentrate on the game because my life seems to be going fast forward: I blink and a few hours have passed, try as I might I can’t remember what happened in those hours. These flash forward episodes keep happening as I try to go home, when I finally get there years have passed, my dad is old now and has long white hair.
And then time fixes itself, I guess, because next thing I know I’m on my bed playing the game.
The plot is about a young girl with pink hair travelling with her master, a medieval knight. The two are attacked in a village by the game’s bad guy (really well written, engaging backstory for him). I see that he has much more experience points than my characters and a sense of dread washes over me: I watch helpless as the master is brutally murdered and the little girl is dragged to prison.
It’s me languishing in that cell now, after years and years my old friend and neighbor S. rescues me and we go home together. There’s a long carnival parade outside my building, the music is deafening.
I’m once again in my room and my phone is ringing. It’s my cousin. “You can come back to the store for three hours tomorrow,” she says, “but then that’s it, you’re fired.”
“What?! Why?!” I ask, flabbergasted.
They are moving the store to London. And I can’t afford to go with them, I wouldn’t be able to pay rent. The next day I stand on the long bridge that crosses the Atlantic and cry as I look at my cousin, Boss Lady and my coworker S. walking past the gate that goes into London. I beg them not to leave me.
I dream that I’m going on a school trip to France, but I’m not really excited because I’m a witch, and I guess when one has magic at her fingertips silly bus trips are not that special.
I get lost in the Paris sewers, it’s dark and wet and there are stray cats and an abandoned gendarme uniform. As I’m climbing a ladder to get out I’m violently attacked and punched to the ground by the Ratatouille guy. He thinks I killed his rat.
I dream that I’m late for work. I lie and tell my cousin a tree fell in front of my house, a fire truck had to be called and I couldn’t get away sooner. She tells me to call the police and I don’t know how long I can keep up the lie.
After work I go back home and my old crush is waiting for me there. He wants to buy me ice cream, I tell him my favorite flavor is crème caramel. My cat finds the front door open and tries to run away, he catches her and she purrs in his arms. I find it very endearing, my cat is typically so mean with strangers.
I’m going to school with a girl on a wheelchair; she’s absolutely beautiful, with big brown eyes, and I know I’m gonna fall in love with her. Along the way I describe the churches and monuments we pass by. Is she blind too? I honestly don’t know. Maybe I’m just showing off.
I dream that I’m watching Suranne Jones on TV and out of curiosity I look up her age. Google says she’s 71, and I think that’s not true, that can’t be true. I look up again and she was indeed born in 1948.
More than anything, I’m impressed that I got the math almost right in my dreams, I never seem to do that in real life.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 