Tag: backpacks

Fat Shaming! Kidnapping! Pee!

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m watching a movie? Or at least I think so, I’m not there but Eddie Murphy is. I also notice he’s very fit, even though he was rather fat in Coming 2 America.

The good guys are trying to find a kidnapped two-year-old, he disappeared from his house and nobody saw anything. His young mom is at home now, she also has a baby and has just put him to bed. Someone climbs the stairs to her apartment, we don’t see their face. They sneak into the baby’s room and give him a tranquilizer shot. Suddenly the mom comes back and they hide behind the open door. They jump on her, give her a shot too. She says

God, you look awful

and falls asleep. When she comes by, the baby is gone.

(I also dream that I’m showing my classmates a new line of backpacks made with human pee. They’re biodegradable and colorful, I’m not surprised to learn everybody wants one.)

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How Can I Be In School And Also My Current Age

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s the last day of school. Inside a closet in the back of the classroom I find an old backpack I hadn’t touched in at least a dozen years. Inside there’s so much stuff I almost forgotten about: my old Swatch, my mom’s old phone and key ring, a toy lightsaber… I gather everything and bring it home with some difficulty.

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Social Gatherings Make Me Anxious

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

(So many details that I wanted to remember and promptly forgot while still half asleep.)

My sister is studying for her finals. She’s mad at me for getting in the room to look for my backpack.

(Are we teens again, or is this now?)

Rescuing a hen with a broken wing.

(Since when do we live in the countryside?)

I don’t want to go to the school dance. The theme is wild west and I do have quite a nice jacket to wear, but I hate parties and I won’t go.

Gran is disappointed, she really wanted to come with. She looks so young and healthy, her hair is black instead of white.

I feel guilty.

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A Wallet Lost In Time

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I jump back to the 1900s. There is a pretty girl very surprised to see me standing there in her house, wearing pants.

That night we go together to the town festival. The trees are blooming even though it’s fall, I feel a bit spooked. I realize my wallet is missing and someone must have stolen it from my pocket. I have no choice but jump back to the start of the evening.

The girl and I go to a local seamstress, I ask if my grandmother left any of her clothes to mend. I hope I can get my hands on a bag to carry my wallet in. The seamstress says that, oh yes, she left plenty of clothes without ever coming back to collect them, she was just about to throw away the whole lot.

I say, my grandma is almost 90, you can’t expect her to remember things. Then I ask if she has a spare bag, she gives me a Bart Simpson backpack.

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