Author: Decade Dream Journal

Bread and Science

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My sister is being insufferable as always, to shut her up I turn her into a cat. And not just any cat, but my very own black, grumpy kitten. I put this creature that is both my sister and my cat in her carrier (she bites me through the bars) and bring her to the vet.

I meet my friend F. there, he tells me it’s not much, but he put some free menstrual pads aside for me. I thank him warmly. As I’m sitting in the waiting room though, two men steal my pads. I confront them with all my wit and sarcasm and humiliate them into giving my pads back.

My breakfast toasts are wrong: instead of mozzarella, they are filled with slices of pale, unripe pumpkin . There’s also a bread roll on the table, it has peanut butter sticks inside; my brother grabs it and takes a bite, I yell because the sticks are actually cat food, but it’s too late, he has eaten the bread.

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It’s time to walk to school! I’m running through a meadow because I’m late. On my way I meet two unnamed voice actors and their dog, I explain to them I’m going to “phone school“.* I finally reach the building and it’s not my IRL High School: it’s a ~technical school that I apparently decided to transfer to. Inside there is a massively high ceiling and a lot of stairs moving and intertwining, a bit like Hogwarts but much more airy and modern.

My class is in the upmost right corner, I hurry up the stairs and I’m very relieved to realize I’m only five minutes late. The teacher pops his head from the door, he’s my usual philosophy prof but there’s something different this time: he has a big smile, like he’s enjoying himself, for once. He gives me a pair of scissors and tasks me with cutting out the tags from his sweater. But wait, all my classmates are teenagers, I realize with a sudden jolt. I’m an adult in my 30s! How am I supposed to get along with them!?

Back home, I boot up The Sims. Since I have all the expansion packs, I find some oriental clothes and objects. I create two Sims, an old Chinese woman and her daughter, give them musical instruments, and listen to them playing in the snow for a while.

*My new job is indeed at a phone store, but of course I’d still be stuck in high school in some way.

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Half-drowned

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I look down from the living room window, the tarmac outside is wet and muddy, looks like a scene after a big flood. There are dozens of little creatures on the ground; some look dead, some fish are floundering wildly, out of oxygen. As I watch it starts raining, and one by one the little animals wake up and scutter away, including the ones I thought were dead, alongside the fish I see turtles, frogs, even an axolotl with its big smile. The last thing I see is a cat running away with a little mouse on its back.

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Bloody Magazines

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I walk inside a newsstand and browse through the magazines. I want to pick something interesting (Wired, maybe?) and buy every issue starting today. January 2020 is a good date to start building a collection, right?

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While I’m still browsing, an immigrant walks into the store, he pays in cash and stands in front of the register waiting for his change. The owner smiles a wicked smile and plays with the five bucks in his hand. He says he doesn’t think he’s gonna give the man his money today.

Now, IRL I’ve promised myself to be more assertive and speak up, so speak up I do. I take a deep breath and say out loud,

Give this man his change or I’ll call the police.

I start rummaging through my bag for my cell phone. The store owner whips out a tiny gun, smaller than his fist, and points it directly at me. He orders to put down the phone. I grab his hand and after a struggle I take the gun away from him. He produces another one identical to the first and I run to hide behind a door. A shootout ensues, and I finally wound him and call the police.

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Little Bigot

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Aunt T., the one I hate, has a granddaughter. My sister knocks on the door to ask if I would like to meet this child, I say no, absolutely not, I can’t make exceptions. The little girl is already here though, peeking from behind the door, a blonde angel of ten. She’s so adorable I can’t help but letting her in, I tickle her and blow soap bubbles to make her laugh. The child asks to see my ID card and I think, strange, but why not? I send my sister to retrieve my wallet, and as soon as the she sees my ID the kid attacks me! She says she can’t allow mutants and modified humans to exist. Great, I think, she’s a racist like her aunt.

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My sister and I are now on the run from the little girl. We escape through various international cities, I remember one has pyramids even though we are in the US. All around us mutants are being abducted and killed. You can’t tell them apart from regular humans unless you have X-Ray vision to check if their bones are made of metal. A man approaches us, promises he’ll lead us to safety. We’re wary at first, but an X-ray scan reveals he’s actually Frozone. Relieved, we follow him.

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Some Travels

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My Gran needs to buy cream but we need to walk quite a long way to find some. I try to leave my heavy bags behind on the grass, but I can’t bring myself to it. Instead, we hire a boy to carry the bags for us, he’s struggling with them but doesn’t complain. We arrive at a big villa full of cheerful, mostly middle-aged people, they are all creatives gathering there to commune and write. The boy reveals he’s also writing a novel and sits down at a table to work with us.

Then I dream that I have to wake up (true, it was seven in the morning!) but there’s also a Doctor Who special on TV I really can’t miss. The new Master turns into Missy for a moment, it’s really blink-and-miss, I want to rewind but can’t because it’s on stupid TV and not Netflix. The Doctor travels back to a time slightly after the Mary Poppins movie. Dick Van Dyke is there as an older version of Bert, I wonder how much they paid him for the cameo. Jane and Michael are older too, they’re walking down the street. Michael looks like a preteen now, but has a full beard, red and curly. How did they even achieve that, CGI? The special ends and I get frustrated because it either was twelve minutes long or I only caught the end of it.

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Classroom Ballerinas

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I’m in high school, we need computers but the only available ones are in a classrooms already being used. The teacher bring us there anyway, there are only four PCs and we all huddle around them. The kids already there are actually practicing ballet, how artistic of my school. They are all dressed in pink, boys too, working at their barres. They are quite talented and motivated, I want to take pictures of them but my phone has caught some sort of virus, there are ads all over the lock screen and it keeps ringing randomly.

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Meanwhile my classmates are just playing around with the computers, and the teacher (my actual English teacher from back then, hey Mrs. L.!) is at her desk chatting with a colleague and smoking a cigarette.

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A Slightly Creepy Building

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I have a friend whose boyfriend wants to propose, I’m helping with the surprise by hiding a bed for him. She arrives though, I need to distract her, quick! I end up telling her she’s being cheated on. It works, she storms away and the coast is clear. It seems like such a brilliant idea.

We are in an old building, a bit unsettling. I go back inside my apartment and there’s a giant tombstone smack in the middle of it, made of red marble. Everybody laughs like it’s a great joke, but I read the name on it and it’s the tomb of someone old and sick, but of a 31 year old woman. Suddenly it’s not funny anymore and I need to leave the room.

I need to pee, badly*, but all the bathrooms in the building are men’s bathrooms. I seek the help of another friend who’s apparently a celebrity. She has a big bathroom all for herself, with a whole cleaning crew tirelessly working inside it. I pee and then start helping along and cleaning as well.

*Usually a good indicator I need to pee IRL.

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Small Steps

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I usually don’t have an easy realtionship with my sister’s boyfriend, S., but in tonight dream we try to get along. The three of us have dinner together, he shows me a comic strip he drew where I’m one of the characters. Not a full-fledged character like my sister is, more like a blob, but better than nothing.

In return I show him an episode of Critical Role, since he’s a DnD player, and also a sketch of him and my sister I drew in my journal. He’s impressed, so I say,

Don’t flatter yourself, I only happen to like drawing beards.

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