I dream that I’m sitting on a bench next to a wealthy couple. The husband is telling me about the last thing he bought and how happy it is about it. I tell him that I saw a yellow and black butterfly, he’s fascinated by it and I know I’ve convinced him that money ain’t that important.
The wife is not gonna be that easy. I invite her to a castle where Reese from Malcom in the Middle is brewing a stinky potion. I know that’s just what her truculent personality needs.
I dream that I’m watching a movie with Brad Pitt. He shrinks into weirder and less intelligent little creatures, looking like those ugly gargoyles on top of medieval churches. He gets tiny and bony with long limbs, and he moves around rolling. Eventually he turns into a long thing with short legs, similar to a dachshund, with tiny wings on his back. “I’ve regressed back into my purest form: I’m now an angel,” he says, and flies away.
I dream that I have three feet, two of them facing opposite sides at the end of my right leg. It suddenly occurs to me that this isn’t normal and most people only have two feet. I go to God and explain him the situation. He sends me to the Divine Supermarket, I check through the isles and pick up the Toothpaste of Sexual Prowess, then put it back; it’s not gonna help me, nothing here can. Eventually mi sister cures me with phoenix juice.
I dream that my sister is leaving for a fancy foreign school and needs a place to spend the night before boarding her plane. We look into renting a Lego house: this is not a regular sized house made of Legos, but a tiny toy house that she will fit in somehow. We contact a guy but the price for his Legos are really inflated, so I decide to just lend her my old toy house instead.
That night we are celebrating at a food stall, the cook immediately recognizes us as the cheapskates that didn’t rent his Legos. A fight ensue and we are all arrested. Now we are a family of redheads at the police station, our mom is a Mediterranean-looking woman who can slow time, but just for a little bit. We are tasked with searching tokens and puzzle pieces around the room, if we can complete the puzzle we’ll go back to yesterday before being arrested. The stakes are high and we’re all sweating and panicking, but we complete the puzzle just seconds before the guards arrive!
I dream that my bike has no handlebar and my neighbor gives me an old pink one.
I have various dream, like it’s the first day of school (it’s September after all), I’m at the mall, I’m on a trip. Throughout each of them I eventually realize my new glasses are broken and I’m super happy about it.
I dream that I’m showing Glee episodes to my sister because I’m feeling nostalgic. My dream mind has totally made up the various plot, but they seem legit enough.
I dream that I’m visiting a beautiful house with a male friend. I look out of the window and we’re above the city and I can see a marble fountain. I look for my camera, it’s super small for some reason. I look out the window again and now there’s only an ugly tree blocking the view. It’s always been like that, my friend says, were you drunk?
Then he turns into a girl and I fall in love with her.
I dream that my cat finds the door open and runs away. I frantically look for her among the neighborhood strays, I’m worried that she might be scared or hurt. Finally my neighbor calls me because they found her; I go to their house and see my cat has turned into a water heater; ‘Yep, she does that,” I say, nodding.
I dream that I quit high school because I’m too freaking old for that. Dad buys me a camera flash as encouragement.
I dream that I travel to a South Eastern country where everything is teal and I take a lot of pictures. Then I dream that my aunt invites me to her birthday and I say no because I hate her. Then I dream that the Japanese band Arashi is singing at a futuristic hospital. Then I’m in an alternate dimension where I have to defeat Tina Fey.
I dream that my sister is flying to New York to get a film degree. She’s got a new camera that is better than mine, I’m jealous as hell but I’m trying not to show it. I even teach her a trick for stabilizing a shot without a gimbal.
We get to her classroom for the intro lesson and the professor points me to the students’ seats because I’m carrying my own camera like always, but I shake my head and I go sit with the other relatives. The whole thing is so bittersweet.
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