I dream that my penpal C. is visiting, we go to the local supermarket together and I promise I’ll buy her and her sister twin chocolate eggs (she doesn’t have a sister IRL). I say we should go to Venice next, she’s a bit worried because the sky is dark and stormy. How far away is it anyway, she asks. I say don’t worry, I’ll rent a carriage. A man shows up with a two horse carriage and takes us to Venice in less than ten minutes. C. is fascinated and walks around aimlessly, she takes a purple lily from a stand, the florist looks at me pointedly and I take out my wallet. I don’t have any money in it, just paper scraps.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
Lately It’s Dad And Sis.
I dream that I’m a comic convention with my siblings, I look and look but can’t find anything I’d like to buy. I realize with horror I’m too old to be a nerd. We stop at the stand of a fortune teller who as a long queue of customers waiting. My sister waits for her turn, then asks to the fortune teller for help. “I already did”, the woman says enigmatically and dismisses her. I’m angry because she’s obviously a con artist. That night we sneak into her house, her assistant finds us and shaves our eyebrows before setting the whole building on fire.
Then I dream that my dad is leaving for a journey and I don’t know where he’s going, I have to coax my sister into telling me, she eventually confesses that he’s flying to Sri Lanka, which is located at the North Pole. It’s a long, dangerous flight and my dad doesn’t like adventures, why is he going? She eventually confesses that he’s headed to a city called Lilium, looking for a white flower with healing powers. Suspicious, I ask my if she’s sick or injured. “I thought I was” she says sheepishly. Did my dad leave for nothing?
Yes, I Know She Doesn’t Have Children In Real Life.
I dream that Harry Potter doesn’t want to be Harry anymore, much to his teachers’ dismay he gets rid of the scar and the glasses and goes on to live as a tall, slender Frodo Baggins wearing capri pants.
Then I dream that I’m eating lunch at the beach, I’m wearing jeans over my one-piece swimsuit because I’m not comfortable showing my legs. I go to the bathroom and try to pee, but realize I’m on my period and I’ll have to take off the swimsuit. Now I’m sitting on the toilet wearing a hoodie, then someone walks in the bathroom; I recognize him immediately, he’s Oprah’s son. He just won’t leave, he’s looking at me and I know I’ll have to sue him and his mother.
It’s Been Years Since I’ve Been In Venice And It Haunts Me Still.
I dream that I don’t wanna go to school, I want to stay home and watch girls kiss on Lucifer. My dad is obviously pissed, I fake a cough and my sister jumps to my defense, says I obviously have Covid and it would be cruel to make me go.
We go to Venice instead. My sister and I are on a water bus and we miss our stop, I see my dad looking at us from the crowd, his disappointed face is a lion’s. We get off at the next stop, my sister is freaking out because we don’t know where we are, but I’m the Venice expert after all, I guess we’re near the train station. Still, I hope it’s all just a bad dream and I’ll wake up safely in my bed, instead of having to travel all the way back home. I jump up and down, trying to wake up with no avail. We go buy train tickets, the journey is gonna be several hours long and we won’t be back home until next morning. I groan and groan and wake up safely in my bed.
I Am Trying To Sell The Dang Camera
I dream that I’m selling my old camera on eBay. A girl from my school says she’ll take it and that sounds great, now I won’t even have the hassle to package and ship the camera. I talk to the girl, she’s a teen and seems a bit taken aback that I’m an adult. She asks my age, I say I’m 34. “You’re old!” she says, I’m a bit annoyed because I really don’t feel that old.
I clean and sanitize the camera and give it to the girl, she immediately leaves for a far away city. We’re texting that night when I suddenly realize we haven’t discussed payment yet. I write her that I’m gonna need 240 bucks for the camera, she immediately ghosts me.
No Dream Again!
(On one hand it’s great that I can’t remember my dreams as well as I used to, it means I’m sleeping better, never waking up during the night, waking up slowly and peacefully in the morning. On the other hand, this sucks!)
Something Like This Might Have Actually Happened In High School.
I dream that I’m on a school trip, sharing a hotel room with a bunch of girls. We’re all in the same giant bed and I just want to sleep but the girls are chatting and giggling and listening to music, it’s driving me crazy and I finally snap. Everyone is mad at me because I’m so weird and no fun. The morning after the girls are mysteriously well rested while I’m a wreck.
Then I dream that I’m in Noelle Stevenson’s house watching a Pinocchio movie, it’s dark and entertaining but when Noelle arrives with some friends I stop watching because I don’t want to be a bore. He’s annoyed at me anyway and that’s fair, after all I’m so slow and irritating. We’re all about to go out and party but I’m not dressed yet, and then I have to run back because I forgot the puppy he gave me. There’s a lot of puppies in the house though, all white with black and brown spots. I grab one hoping it’s mine.
As You Can Tell I Really Like Weddings.
I dream that I’m getting married to my high school sweetheart under a tree in bloom. We’re both wearing suits, mine is powder blue. My dad is officiating. I know I’m gonna regret this later but at the moment I’m feeling very apathetic so I might as well go through with it.
After the ceremony I just want to go home, preferably to my own while my husband goes to his home and we never speak about this again. He insists we go see his parents first, and while they’re really surprised and happy about the wedding, I can already tell they’re gonna hate me.
Content Warning If You Don’t Like Insects
I dream that a big black bug flies in my bedroom, I take pictures of it as I try to shoo it out the window. Later I look through the pictures; in the first one the bug is in my mouth and I’m trying to crush it with my teeth. In the second one the bug is inside my cat’s mouth. In the third one, my cat is inside my mouth. Finally, in the fourth one, my head is coming out from my cat’s mouth, and it’s grotesque, I look like Darth Maul.
I decide to never show these pictures to anybody.
Happy Summer!
I dream that I’m looking after a neighbor’s adorable baby girl, she starts throwing up and I call a doctor. I go out for a bit she’s dead and they’re holding her wake.
Then I dream that we’re about to sit at Christmas dinner with the whole family in our mountain house, I also invited a few friends, four girls from the early 1900s who are studying to become career women, lawyers, scientists etc. The table is outside and it’s night, a bunch of people arrive singing carols. My late Grandpa P. gets up and throws a golden key at the crowd, a man catches it and demands to sleep with me. I tell him to go to hell. We all go home on a rented bus, I’m distraught because I can’t find my jacket.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 