Tag: anger

Thieves

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m playing on a PlayStation 2, the smaller kind, just like the one I used to have twenty years ago. I’m playing The Sims and have downloaded a bunch of NSFW mods, like, truly filthy.*

The morning after I see my siblings chuckling and I realize they know. Somehow, they know about my shameful virtual pastimes. But how could they? They must have been stealing my PlayStation while I was outside!

I’m so angry I grab my sister by the throat and slam her to the floor, I want her to confess she used my videogames. She chuckles again, says the PlayStation was hers to begin with. I yell that I bought all the expansions!! I wasted so much money!!** The game is my God-given right!!!

Gran is here, all dressed up because one of my uncles died and they are all going to his funeral (jeez, I hope I actually extended his life instead!). I take the chance to hide the PlayStation parts around the house, hoping that my siblings won’t find it.

I go into my room and my sister is in her bed, pretending to sleep but fully dressed. I’m very suspicious. My bed is upside down, for some reason.

*I did that IRL too, guilty as charged.

** Again, true.

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My Subconscious Feels Always Guilty and Sometimes Horny

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

My penpal C. has come to visit, but she looks very unhappy. I think she misses home, I feel guilty because I’m never the one going to her country, I only did it once. So I give her my phone and tell her to book a flight whenever she wants. She books one for that same evening, but I don’t let her finish and lead her in the shower, where I lift her in my arms and we start having sex.

My mother enters the bathroom to put wet towels on the heater. I yell at her to get out! Right! Now!!! She reads the room, chuckles and leaves. I’m so embarrassed, the door was locked, how did she get in? Did she unhinge it?!

The mood is ruined so C. goes back to booking her flight. She’s now a young black woman and I’m a young man with short dreads and a little beard. She’s mad at me because there are pictures of another woman on the phone. I try to calm her down and explain I simply put a stolen SIM card inside my phone, because my friends and I are trying to scam the owner. So it happens that my friends are the Critical Role cast.

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A Little Walk

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m walking with my siblings in town, we’re looking for a stationary store. We stop to look through the window of a new ice cream parlor, they have a giant vat of vanilla cream covered with Nutella.

We are now walking on a mountain road, you can see the night sky so perfectly from here. I try to take a picture, but people keep walking in front of the camera and it’s so frustrating. A UFO appears, and still people are pushing me and trying to grab my phone so I can’t take a clear picture and I’m so, so, so angry.

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