Something about… my Gramma G. sitting in a hospital, or an institution, or a prison, maybe? And I’d be using tunnels to rescue her.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
Quality Sibs Time
In this dream I’m getting along with my siblings, for a change. We’re playing with our Legos, I’ve put together a big sister and a little brother with pig ears, nose and tail. He needs surgery! I yell. I scratch away his eyes, but then I drop him and can’t find him anymore.
My brother starts turning purple and floating against the ceiling. I google his symptoms, and yes, it’s Covid! What am I gonna do, I need to go back to work, I can’t be quarantined. I call the hospital for help, Sandra Oh answers the phone.
The Spectacular Flying Baby
I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m mad at my family for forgetting lunch, it’s already 4 P.M. I end up having a panic attack, they laugh in my face.
I’m on my own now, scrolling down Twitter. I find the video of a baby sitting in a pram that lost control and is plummeting towards a house on fire. The baby flies out and we see a close up of his rubbery face bouncing against the wall, then the video cuts to an explosion. The whole thing is obviously fake, a giant Warner Bros logo blinks in the sky behind the house.
I watch the video over and over until it becomes real and the baby appears in the air in front of me. His body is shaped like a star and he has four heads, white as milk.
Like Always
Like always I dream about a rainstorm. Like always, I’m late for school. Like always I feel ashamed and guilty.
(Also I dream about Ron Swanson flying a plane)
Poor Little Thing
I dream that I’m trying to save a tiny frog during a rainstorm. My brother accidentally steps on and kills it.
False Nostalgia
I dream that I’m watching a movie sequel based on an old TV series, something Canadian, Green Gables-like. The actors are older now, adults, the main character has strawberry blonde hair. I go to youtube and listen to the old opening song of the TV series, it makes me so emotional I cry. The lyrics are in Japanese for some reason.
Then I dream to go to the 30th birthday party of an old schoolmate. Her house is on top of a hill, I climb there and she’s older but still beautiful. Why didn’t I ever date her? I wonder. She puts some disgusting food in my mouth and I remember: oh, that’s why. I wash and wash my mouth but the horrible flavor won’t go away.
Fascinating
(I slept a solid 7 hours and woke up gradually before the alarm clock. Very pleasant, but it turns out it’s not really ideal for remembering a dream. At least when the damn alarm jolts you awake dreams are still real and colorful and vivid in your mind.)
The Infinite Table
I dream that I’m sneezing uncontrollably, I can’t stop. I look up and I’m sitting at a super long table, it extends all over the city and thousands of people are sitting at it. Both my grandmothers are sitting in front of me, they are looking at me disapprovingly and I feel very rude for sneezing. We are waiting for our meal to be served, but eating among so many people makes me uncomfortable and I leave.
I end up at a distant relative’s house. I sit at a computer where my sister was playing the new Final Fantasy VII game. I’ve been dying to try it, I boot it up and find a hidden level where Cloud slides through a wall and ends up in a Mario-like platform. Too late I realize I overrode my sister’s save and she won’t be pleased. I decide I’ll blame someone else for it.
Two Scenes
I dream that I’m in line in front of a store, waiting to go in. I’m standing a bit on the side, and when it’s my turn and I step ahead people get angry at me because they think I just arrived.
I protest that I’ve been there the whole time. I ask a blond guy, doesn’t he remember me?
He doesn’t. I have to go back at the end of the line.
Then I dream that I’m chatting with a red-haired girl. She’s a bit chubby and really pretty. It’s night and we are sitting somewhere in a town made of brown stone.
I ask her if I can take her picture, she’s a bit shy but she says yes. The photo turns out pale and out of focus, her nose is gone, her eyes are wide and she looks like a fish.
Brad and I
I dream that I’m in town and come across Brad Pitt, with his hair graying and a sweet dumb smile. He’s filming in a basement (I’m assuming a DC movie, because I spot Harley Quinn and a Batman costume discarded in a corner). The filming is super secret, but I can’t wait to tell my brother all about it.
There is an attack, the basement is filled with tear gas and the actors have to flee. Brad and I go to a bookstore where I introduce him to Harry Potter, he almost buys the whole series but I point out it’s the British version. I’ll get him the ebooks instead, even though I’m much poorer than him.
Brad asks me to marry him; he’s really dumb, almost childish, and in his brain this must make perfect sense. I tell him I’m not interested. My brother is there too now and angry because Brad he’s much older than me and how dare he.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 