Familiar Faces

Posted on August 13, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m back in high school, my dad is also there teaching and everyone hates him. My old classmate S. is mad at me because she thinks I skipped the line to the principal’s office (I didn’t). Inside I ask for s signed note excusing me for being late during all next week, the principal is kind of bemused about it. While I’m there I steal my dad’s report and later show it to him, he’s very depressed about his low rates so I tell him the story of a young girl named Harry Potter who had round glasses, brown hair and really big boobs.

The next day everybody looks really happy, it takes me a moment to realize it’s the last day of school and I feel really dumb, why did I ask for that principal’s note? All the students around me looks like children and I feel ancient. I meet with S. again, although I don’t recognize her at all. We go home under my umbrella, I tell her about my college experience and how I finally found my true calling: photography. I don’t know where we’re going, I simply follow her and we end up on the beach. I’m happy to take a few pictures before a hasty retreat since it’s way too hot, I tell S. to call me back in the fall when temps are more human.

Had Some Adventures!

Posted on July 19, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that combing through Google Maps I find a new route for walking to the beach avoiding most traffic. I climb some stone stairs and peek into a house, it’s covered in acid green carpet. I stop at a hotel, the owner is trying to remember the name of a song, I say it to him and he’s so grateful he’s distracted, I sneak inside and go to sleep in one of the beds, fully clothed.

I finally get to the beach the next morning and I know it’s a dream because I’m actually still asleep at the hotel. Of course when I know there’s no consequences I decide to have sex with everyone, this time it’s the cast of Lucifer, men and women alike.

I wake up in my bed at home, or so I think, and recall the details of my dream, memorizing them. I go back to the beginning of the secret route and instead of stone steps I find a synagogue.

Anxiety Really Does Feel Like You Can’t Breathe

Posted on July 10, 2021July 11, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m about to wake up, worrying I don’t have any dream to write down. I can feel my blanket covering my face, I open my eyes and can only see a close up of the fabric with red light filtering through it. I feel like I can’t breathe and that’s silly, because it’s summer and I sleep with no blanket at all.

Now I’m in my mom’s bed, I can hear her talking from the living room, but when I turn she’s there on the other side of the bed. “How can you be in two places at once?!” I ask. She silently rolls over and smothers me (my mom’s quite fat.)

Now I’m back in my own bed, I can see my sister sitting on the floor, giggling. Is she really back, or am I still dreaming? I poke her with my foot. She’s still giggling. I’m still not sure, but I kick her for good measure.

One part of my brain is taking notes to write this all down on my dream blog. Actress Katy Manning is narrating my thoughts; she’s walking down a beach wearing a big red flamenco dress. it’s night and the sky is covered with a myriad of starts, and the Aurora Borealis too,

When I wake up for real it takes a few minutes to convince myself I’m not still dreaming.

Meeting People

Posted on June 21, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister came back home and we fight fight fight. I’m in town sitting on a bench, talking about it with my dad, when the Queen of England sits on my other sides. She thanks me for helping her the last time, and I absolutely don’t remember ever meeting her before. She needs my help now because she wants to show Hercules, the Disney cartoon, to Prince Louis and doesn’t know if it’s appropriate for his age. I assure her I used to love Hercules as a child. We speak in different languages and she compliments me on my pronunciation. She notices I’m looking dejected, she learns about my sister and nods gravely. Okay, she says, early tomorrow morning we leave from Bangkok and you’re coming with us. I say no, absolutely no, I can’t travel, I don’t even have a swimsuit. It’s out of the question. The next morning I’m on a Thai beach.

Then I dream that I’m Lady Gaga trying to infiltrate a Nazi stronghold. Hitler himself is there and he’s looking for me, but thankfully with a surgical mask on my face, no eye makeup and a fake accent he doesn’t recognize me.

Yes, I Know She Doesn’t Have Children In Real Life.

Posted on June 9, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

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.

Travel Nostalgia?

Posted on April 9, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that dad wakes up my siblings and I in the middle of the night. It’s Christmas, he says, and we’re gonna travel with our magical house. I look out of the window and everything is perfectly still. It only looks like we’re still, dad explains, because we’re traveling through a different dimension. Mom is asleep, she wakes up just in time as we land on a sunny beach. My cat, who never saw a beach, jumps out the balcony to play in the sand.

I Found A Camera In My Mother’s Closet!

Posted on March 23, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m visiting C., or maybe she’s visiting me. She almost comes to the beach with me. My brother almost bakes his famous pizza for her family. The whole time I’m nervous and restless, thinking about the old film camera I recently acquired and how am I gonna possibly make it work

Maternity Wish

Posted on March 19, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m taking care of a cousin’s kid, it’s a baby with blue eyes and a blonde tuft, she’s beautiful and she can already babble even though she’s so small. After a while she starts crying for her mom, and I’m heartbroken because I don’t want to give her up.

I go get food for her, the supermarket is just one room and it’s got a bed in the middle, it looks like my mom’s bedroom. Then suddenly I’m on the beach and embarrassed because I’m in my underwear and didn’t shave. My cat is there, she’s running and crashing into the waves with no fear whatsoever.

Siblings Are Tricky

Posted on February 11, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m walking home from the beach. I stop to take a picture of the mountains on the opposite side, the sun lighting them nicely, when an explosion covers the entire frame: they’re filming a movie and the director tells me to beat it, he’s very rude and unprofessional. Not knowing what to do, I go back to the beach. The sun is setting and I try to take another photo, once again a black cloud covers everything. This time it’s a baby twister running towards me as I’m just about to cross a wooden bridge. I do so gingerly.

I finally get home, where I find out my brother has bought himself a new camera. I’m really upset because every time I want something he buys it instead. I jump on him and start punching his face. Everybody is upset, Gran is crying. I say I don’t care because he hasn’t talked to me in 6 years. He’s bleeding and refusing to look at me.

I Wanna Go Hiking And I Can’t

Posted on January 15, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m going to the mountains to see snow, but there is no snow. Instead, a beach of sand that looks like garden dirt and rough, deep lake water. People are sitting under umbrellas, children are playing and swimming, a journalist is interviewing an old man: he says he likes the sea but this is a good alternative. His son and daughter-in-law laugh as they say they threatened the owner to get a spot on this beach, it was worth it to see Dad happy. This angers me and I yell at them. A storm comes.

Then I dream that a friend from the other side of the world sent me an envelope full of stickers. As I go through them my dad asks if he can have some and tries to grab one, I say hold on, lemme check them first. He’s disappointed. I find in the envelope a bottle opener, then more and more stuff. I prepare a plastic bag with all the stuff, cleaning supplies I share between my mom and grandma, (Gran is enthusiastic, mom suspicious about the foreign labels,) DIY items that end up with a neighbor. Nothing for dad, he’s disappointed.

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