How long can a human go on without sleep anyway?
Author: Decade Dream Journal
Anxiety Really Does Feel Like You Can’t Breathe
I’m about to wake up, worrying I don’t have any dream to write down. I can feel my blanket covering my face, I open my eyes and can only see a close up of the fabric with red light filtering through it. I feel like I can’t breathe and that’s silly, because it’s summer and I sleep with no blanket at all.
Now I’m in my mom’s bed, I can hear her talking from the living room, but when I turn she’s there on the other side of the bed. “How can you be in two places at once?!” I ask. She silently rolls over and smothers me (my mom’s quite fat.)
Now I’m back in my own bed, I can see my sister sitting on the floor, giggling. Is she really back, or am I still dreaming? I poke her with my foot. She’s still giggling. I’m still not sure, but I kick her for good measure.
One part of my brain is taking notes to write this all down on my dream blog. Actress Katy Manning is narrating my thoughts; she’s walking down a beach wearing a big red flamenco dress. it’s night and the sky is covered with a myriad of starts, and the Aurora Borealis too,
When I wake up for real it takes a few minutes to convince myself I’m not still dreaming.
Upset Stomach? Here’s What My Mind’s Gonna Conjure!
I dream that I’m looking into finally getting my driver’s license, I go talk to a rather nice lady who has set her office table behind a cute little church. She offers a good discount for driving lessons and I’m eager to tell my parents. They hear the name of the little church and pale. I ask why. Reluctantly they tell me years ago, during WW2, a group of famished villagers ate their own children inside that very church. There’s even a song about how they were eaten clothes and all and tasted like wool.
FYI
(Still sick, but finally had a long dreamless sleep)
Copa America? Eurocup?
I dream that I’m playing a real important soccer final, but because of Covid restriction we’re playing in my living room, the goalposts are children’s toys, and we didn’t even remove the dinner table. There’s no referee, only the honor system. We win, of course.
Help
(Couldn’t sleep at all because I’m sick.)
Why Are My Dream Showers Always Open To All
I dream that I’m taking a shower after work, it’s locate in the large entrance hall of a residential building. I can see a guy, around 30, working in a greenhouse outside. I’m afraid he’s gonna walk in so I shower in my bra. He indeed comes in and he’s angry, demands to know who I am. I sheepishly explain I clean the house of a lady who lives in the building, and she told me I could use the shower. More and more people arrive, they are all outraged because the lady lied and doesn’t live here and I have no right to use their shower. My Gran has to come in to rescue me.
Then I dream that there are fireworks outside so I run to grab my camera. I try to screw in my favorite lens but it’s full of sand, I shake it and more and more sand falls down; I’m distressed, how could this happen, is this a prank? I look down at the camera sensor and it’s so dirty, I try to clean it up and it breaks in a thousand glass pieces. I’m crying and shaking at this point, I feel so sick I wake up and feel the instant relief of knowing my camera is okay.
Snipsnipsnippets
I dream that grandma G. is alive and I’m at her place teaching her how to print from a computer. Then I dream that I’m babysitting a blond toddler, a butterfly gets in the room and she grabs it with her pudgy little hands, almost killing it. I also inevitable dream that it’s the first day of school and I don’t want to go, so many years have passed, all my classmates have grown up and moved on, and I’m still here.
I’ll Watch That
Here’s what I wrote in my notes this morning: ‘THE ISLAND’ BUT THE CLONES ARE DOGS.
Did I Know Her In A Past Life Or What
I dream about a girl attending a 1920s school for young women where everyone is wearing white dresses. She is secretly in love with a school mate, and her young brother is fighting in the war. The morning class takes place in a heated swimming pool with special underwater notebooks, but she’s too lovesick to join. In the evening the school holds a charity event where they sell cooking recipes via telephone, a famous actor arrives and steal the girls’ thunder.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 