Mall Trip With The Rich

Posted on June 24, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about meeting an old French woman. An aristocrat, maybe? She takes my siblings and I to the mall, wants to buy us presents. I settle on a Disney board game, but I realize my siblings are picking really cheap presents and I put it back.

I notice an aisle with pretty stickers and go examining them. A little boy is staring at me. I stare him back, angry. He says,

I guess you’re cute, even though you’re old.

I find a little book of Chinese stickers. The old lady wants me to translate them, I start scribbling with a pencil as fast as I can, it’s getting late and I desperately want to go home. The old lady won’t let me go until I finish.

The Usual

Posted on June 23, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

…PMSing sleepless night.

God How I Despise That Man

Posted on June 22, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m waiting and waiting to be allowed back to work (just like I’m waiting IRL). It’s raining, like it often happens in my dreams, and it’s New Year. Ronald Dump, the oaf president, is on TV, chugging a bottle of Champagne. He’s looking down from his balcony wearing a night robe, fat and disgusting. A tall figure appears behind him, Drumpf is too drunk to notice. He’s gonna push him, he’s gonna push him, the whole word prays, eyes glued to the TV.

My alarm rings, I sigh in frustration. I really wanted to watch that murder going down.

Plot Twist

Posted on June 20, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I go to the computer store to buy a desktop (something I’m planning to do IRL). I explain to the young woman in the store uniform that I’ll be able to buy a new computer with my next paycheck, and could she save one for me?

Fast forward to Christmas, and now my new desktop is sitting in my bedroom and I’m real confused: how did we get here? It was June just a moment ago, why can’t I remember these past months?

Somebody kidnapped me. I was taken away in a big truck with other young people. We were taken to a large room and chained to beds for months and months, until the Stockholm syndrome kicked in. We were then more than happy to help our captors, a group of international criminals and spies.

Now I’m back to the free world and a trained assassins. I shouldn’t remember the brainwash I went through, but I do, I do.

It’s Gone!

Posted on June 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

(I struggled a bit to remember my dream this morning but then, there it was! A good one to write down, I thought. Didn’t write it down, made a couple phone calls, and woosh! I forgot it.)

Now Here I Go Again

Posted on June 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m making top five lists of my favorite songs, isn’t that kind of random. I can’t remember every entry but I’m sure some Miyazaki was in the movie scores top five, and Sephirot’s song from Final Fantasy VII was in the videogames scores top five. The “best songs overall” category entirely consisted of Fletwood Mac’s Rumors.

Hey This Seems Like a Nice Dr− Nevermind It Was Anxiety All Along

Posted on June 17, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m being visited by a young doctor, blonde, his face reminds me of a nazi soldier. I have a bruise in the crook of my arm (I just had a blood test IRL), the doctor asks me to show him, then he grabs my arm and squeezes and squeezes, the bruises grow and grow.

Then I dream that some guy is bullying me online, he wants to meet and I’m a no-show. An unknown number calls my phone, I almost don’t answer but curiosity win. It’s a girl who went on the date in my place, just in the spirit of trolling. She needs help now to take a train home because, she explains on the phone, she’s blind and not familiar with the area. Suddenly I’m on the train with her and I’m very happy to help. Too late I realize with a panic that the train is getting me further and further from home and there’s no stop until several cities over.

And yet another dream: my country has made a massive business deal with China, countless celebrities are flying over to show their support. My class goes on a trip to China too, I’m very jetlagged but nonetheless happy to go shopping. As usual all I’m looking for is some new stationary, but soon I have to start running through the local shopping center because a murder is after me.

I Keep Dreaming About Beating Up People For Some Reason

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m once again back to school. I want to sit in the back of the classroom, next to the window, so I can doodle without the teacher noticing, but I end up sandwiched between two kids instead.

I find a yellow envelope on my desk, inside there’s a love letter from that boy I used to like. Everybody is laughing and teasing me, I pretend I don’t care about the letter and throw it out the window. Then, for good measure, beat up the kid who laughed the hardest.

The teacher walks in, notices the boy with the face all bruised and asks who did it. I raise my hand, ready to face my punishment, but all the other kids raise theirs too. We got each other’s back, they’re gonna protect me, I realize with a rush.

The teacher calls me to his desk, it’s an oral interrogation. As usual I didn’t study and didn’t even bring the textbook in my backpack, I look at him sarcastically and say,

What did you expect? Did you ever see me in this class before?

The teacher is mad now, he calls a man to drag me out of the room. It’s a shining gold man with winged feet, obviously a deity. He grabs me but I throw him to the floor like he weighs nothing. “Who are you?!” the teacher asks, incredulous.

I am the daughter of Zeus,

I say, and indeed now I look like a tall, beefy, blonde girl.

Bathroom Adventures

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I badly need a shower but can never find the bathroom unoccupied, right now there’s Captain America sitting on the toilet. Not pooping, just sitting.

I finally find a giant bathroom with glass doors, after I go inside guards arrive to lock the doors with heavy chains. The bathroom starts slowing filling with water. I notice there are other people hiding inside, one of them is Keanu Reeves. As we are all about to drown I spot a small hole in the ceiling and swim through it, followed by the other prisoners.

Outside we are greeted by heavy armed guards. I grab a red car and wave it in the air (I suppose I’m really strong in this dream?). The guards laugh in my face but they haven’t noticed the angry bull behind them. Entranced by the red car, the bull launches on the bad guys and mauls them. On the side, Keanu Reeves has efficiently killed some guards on his own.

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