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Dreary Neverland

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(I forgot to post my notes yesterday but here’s April 25th entry)

I’m watching Steven Universe, now it’s a Disney Peter Pan sequel, it has beautiful songs. Peter has a new origin story, he was a Greek child who drowned thousands of years ago, and the Powers that Be want to drown every lost boy on the island to make them go home.

The oldest boy, who’s a world-hardened rebel, locks himself up in a shed. Emma Pillsbury is also there, she tries to talk him out if it, but he grabs a rusty saw and cuts off his fingers, one by one. Then his whole hand, then the other. I have to look away. Ms. Pillsbury grabs Fairy Grandmother’s wand and magics the two of them out.

The boy without hands learns that he’s been on Neverland for centuries and his family is gone by now. He is transported back to London, to a dreary little funeral in a dark day. Only a little girl notices him standing between the tombstones. He can see all the ghosts and cuddles with them.

I’m on the balcony and I notice my cat inside another building. I call her and she jumps out of a window, bounces on the ground like a rubber ball and with a supernatural jump lands in my arms.

I run to my mother to tell her, she’s not impressed. We go out, I walk in the middle of the road because I’m afraid of dogs barking from behind their gates. We reach a street market that only sells food because everything else is forbidden during lockdown, I see an old lady that from behind looks exactly like my late Grandma G.: I touch her shoulder, she turns around and she has a big nose and pointy yellow teeth.

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Broken Things

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My glasses are broken. I look for an old pair, find them in a drawer, there’s a big scratch on one of the lenses. I wish I had gotten a new prescription before all the stores were closed.

There is a bed with a… tent? Rolled over it? I break it and then try to roll it back, even try to glue it but it’s no use. Bud Bergstein and his wife come in the room and are appalled.

It’s Christmas night. I want to be alone and read my Steven Universe comic book but dad is angry, again, he’s making a scene. Like I’ve dreamed to so many times, I pick him up by the armpits and put him outside. He takes the car and leaves, it’s already dawn and nobody knows where he’s gone, and everybody is mad at me.

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International Travel

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I’m in Venice with my cousin and we come across Tessa Thompson. I recognize her immediately but I don’t want to look like a crazy fan, so I just yell from across the street, “You were incredibile in the last Westworld episode!!” She smiles and signals to get closer, then she rummages through her car trunk (a car in Venice, yeah, I know) and gives us both caps with the American flag and her autograph on post-its.

Somehow from Venice we arrive at my building, my estranged cousin S. is in the parking lot looking at stray cats, she remembers all the cats’ names even though she hasn’t been at my place since childhood. I go up to my apartment and my dad is on the couch watching soccer, Italy VS France. I tell him it’s a replay, there are too many people on those bleachers and we are supposed to be social distancing, remember? He’s disappointed.

I fly to visit my penpal C., and my sister is with me this time; we meet all her parents and grandparents, she somehow seems to have too many. It’s already late at night and we’re trying to make as little noise as we can, my sister heads the bathroom and I whisper to hurry up, because it’s already 4 and everybody needs to go. I sit next to C. and we hold hands and watch the stars; an hour passes and we realize my sister is still in the bathroom, we go check and she’s fallen asleep. I gently pick her up and carry her to the bed.

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Nonsense Potter

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I’m watching a new Harry Potter TV adaptation, the actors are adults pretending to be children and the whole thing is rather irreverent.

In the episode I’m watching Harry wants to travel to a parallel world Hogwarts, so he transfigures himself into a woman to play an excellent prank on the other students. Now he has blue hair, tattoos and a fake tan; he shows his breasts proudly to Ron, and Hermione has to remind him he’s supposed to be eleven. Female Harry is a success at parallel Hogwarts, all the boys and even a few girls fall in love with him. He travels back home on his motorbike, on the highway he sees flying cars and laughs gleefuly.

Another episode starts, Harry and the gang are playing outside on the Hogwarts grounds when they find a strange emblem. They rush to the library, up in the highest tower, and place the emblem on the cover of a certain book: Harry has a vision of Voldemort, sees him talking to his Death Eaters around a table in a dark room. Voldemort realizes he’s being watched and orders Snape (who is a woman) to go get the children.

They run but it’s too late, Snape is already at the library door. Dumbledore apparates in the room and whisks everyone away to safety, the whole scene lasts only a few seconds and it’s quite exciting. In the commotion Mad-Eye Moody falls off the tower and crashes next to the maze, but he doesn’t die.

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C o n t a g i o n

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I need to go back to work soon, but before I need to do a government-mandated Covid test. I receive an email explaining that my body will be cloned and the copy will be surgically examined; that horrifies me, it’s a complete violation of my privacy! I freak out and decide I won’t undergo the test.

When the day arrives I yell at the team of doctors that came to collect me, and refuse to get out of my house. The head doctor hears what I’m screaming and laughs at the misunderstanding: only the really sick patients need to go through the cloning procedure, he explains, but a cotton swab will do in my case. I’m relieved.

After a few days I get a letter with the test results, it says that I’m not positive at the moment, but I’d already caught the virus a month ago without symptoms. Now I freak out about my parents, did I already infect them?!

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Outdated Technology

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I’m in a hotel bathroom taking out my contacts at the sink, they are green and gross but I get a weird pleasure from wiping them out.

My mother has bought me a cell phone, it’s red, vaguely horse shaped, and has a black and white LCD screen. In other words, it’s crappy and I’m a bit angry at her for wasting money on it.

They said it was a good phone on TV!

she explains, mortified.

Playing around with it I find a cool retro Sims game (with girls kissing!) and also a pretty impressive 8000 mAh battery. Now I kinda want the phone for myself but mom has promised it to my sister instead. I’ll have to apologize to her, won’t I?

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Weirdo Fear and Pleasure

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There is a man chasing us, he’s wearing an animal skull on his head. He’s immortal, no matter how much we hurt him he keeps getting up; eventually I throw a bomb and blow him to smithereens. I know this is gonna buy me some time so I go to class; I can’t pay attention though, ever few moments I glance at the door, wondering when the man with the animal skull will be back.

I’m taking a walk in town with Gran, we’re not wearing a face mask and I feel guilty about it. She buys a notebook and I pay for it, then she gets a coffee to go (more sanitary!) and I pay for that too, so now I don’t have any money left.

I go back home and use the notebook to copy down a Sudoku board, I make a big mess of inky splotches and have to rip out the page. An old schoolmate comes over, he shows me a book he’s writing: the plot is about a rich young boy (self insert much? I think) with a kidnapped little sister. The book *I* am writing is much better, it’s about a genius little girl living in Victorian times.

He notices a picture of Narcissa Malfoy on the cover of one of my books, says she’s the most beautiful woman in all Harry Potter canon. I argue that would be Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter, I try to google her but there’s something wrong: I’m writing her name on my notebook instead of a computer, and each two words I write, a drawing that combines both of them appears on paper. I immediately start combining pornographic words, and I’m still having fun with the results when my alarm rings, dangit.

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Okay Then

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I remembered everything perfectly when I woke up, but after 5 minutes it was all gone. All I can remember now is A: buying pizza for Gran (she has been craving it since the lockdown) and B: neighbor lady flirting with my mom. What, and I can’t say this loud enough, the hell?!

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