Not Sure If I’m A Man Or A Woman In This One.

I dream that I have a girlfriend and I’m really excited because it’s my very first relationship, I try my best but I neglect her without realizing it, she texts me because she’s in mortal danger, she woke up with a pile of heavy rocks balanced precariously over her head, but I’m too busy buying action figures to answer my texts. We break up and I want her back, but I don’t know what I could ever do to deserve her.

Small Anxieties Combined

I dream that it’s the last week of school and I’m doing an internship in a really big building, almost a skyscraper. I don’t really like the job, it’s a bit too corporate and heartless, but my cousin is there of course and she’s not letting me go home until I clean my room; my own bed is indeed on the ground floor.

That night I play a videogame set in the same building, I find a secret room full of pizzas but my HP bar is full and I don’t have much use for them. The morning after I’m determined to find the same room in the real building, but I find a long line of sick people waiting outside the main doors. I’m not wearing a mask so I cover my face with both hands and beg to be let inside because I’m an employee. The ground floor has turned into a hospital and I can’t find my room anymore.

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.

This Is Me Being Anxious About Not Sending Enough Resumés

I dream that one morning I find a line of booths along the road just outside my window, a dozen or so of them. They have a seat and screens for people to make video calls, I assume especially old people who don’t own a smartphone. Behind each booth there’s a young employee ready to help. I realize this would have been a great job for me, why didn’t I apply? Maybe I can tell the phone company they didn’t get my resumé by mistake.

This Is What Happens When You Take Too Many Trains In Your Life

I dream that my mom and I are waiting in a train station; the next train home is 1 hour and 20 minutes away and we wait and wait and wait. I eventually realize that we bought the wrong tickets, but it’s too late: the train comes, and it’s a blue tricycle attached to some wagons. My mother jumps on the tricycle and start pedaling, I run after her and yell to stop, she veers out of the tracks and pedals down a hill… I wake up with a jolt.

All This Anxiety, And It’s All Stupid

I dream that I’m a guest at a new school, an alarm sound and all the students get up and calmly go to their assigned exits, I’m not sure what to do. I finally get out of the building and I see Dolores Umbridge being walked away in handcuffs. I get home and now thousands of students are here too, I need to go to the bathroom because I got my period but they won’t leave, I’m yelling at them and feeling like an asshole.

I end up staying for a few days in an apartment with Jamie from Bly Manor; I fall desperately in love with her, but she ignores me, I have to leave soon and all she cares about is a little girl that she’s gonna adopt. Back at home, and now my sister is mad at me too because I’m eating risotto in the bathroom.

A Classic

I dream that I have to go meet my Gran early in the morning −and I actually did!−

It’s a disaster. I’m trying to get dressed and two hours have passed without me noticing. I run out and then realize I forgot my mask. I eventually wake up in a huff, and if I knew that I would get a do-over in real life.

Touching One’s Face Gives Me Anxiety Now I Wonder Why

I dream that I’m at school, but also the school is my home and we’re all adults. I say how unsettling it is that it’s November 1st already, I swear it was December just a moment ago. Don’t you feel time is going to fast? I ask one of my schoolmates. No, he says, because I know how to make my life meaningful, and you should too. I can’t do that, I say, because I have ADHD.

Soon afterwards people start vomiting and, trying to give meaning to my life, I rush to help them. It turns out they ate coleslaw last night, the mayonnaise was made in a futuristic transparent machine –bis as a rocketship– and they had to wait 10 minutes and not touch their faces before it was safe to eat it. They didn’t wait.