I dream that weather has suddenly warmed up, to the point it’s now summer. My sister is back home and we’re sharing a room once again, like when we were children; for once I’m not angry about it. She wants to go to sleep and I do too because I’m exhausted, but my pajamas are too warm and I need to find a t-shirt, also I’m 1000 steps short of my daily pedometer goal. I lay on the bed and start kicking my legs in the air, hoping it will help.
Tag: beds
Puppeh
I dream that we find a golden retriever puppy lost on the street and bring him home. We call him Miss February even though he’s a boy. He’s got a big smile and is super soft, we know we can’t keep him because he’s gonna become huge and our apartment is too small, I should call the vet and leave him with them, I’m procrastinating it though.
I wake up in my childhood room, the puppy has crawled under my covers and fallen asleep. It’s the last week of school and I don’t care about being late at all. I’ll skip my finals even, don’t they know I already got my degree? My old high school literature teacher is writing a long math formula on the blackboard, I find solving it as easy as eating a bowl of rice. During recess I tell my classmates all about my puppy.
I Was Just Thinking I Haven’t Done A Puzzle Since Like Fourth Grade
I dream that I’m rushing back home because I forgot my mask. I walk past a toy store and inside I see the old man we used to buy toys from when I was a child. He grins at me. His wife was just saying they need to hire someone to help out in the store, I take a mental note of that.
I arrive at my building, take the stairs but my apartment’s floor is now a hospital ward, rows and rows of white bed with red-eyed children. They stare at me. A nurse runs towards me and says I can’t stay here, this is the Coronavirus ward.
I eventually find my apartment. It looks nothing like my actual apartment, and this knowledge almost triggers a lucid dream, but not quite. I go to my bedroom and find my sister there, making her own bed next to mine. I’m so upset I’ll have once again to share a room with her that I grab all her bed sheets and dump them outside the door. Then, feeling guilty, I tell my sister the I sent a letter to Noelle Stevenson to showcase her art. Noelle sent back a puzzle as a thank you gift.
The Amazing Peeing Cat
I dream that I’m running late for school, I get quickly dressed in an oversize pink t-shirt and jeans. My mom is waiting for me in the car, she’s driving. Wait, I say, I think I got my period. I rush back inside and to the bathroom. My jeans are a mess. As I’m stripping down my cat jumps on the toilet and starts peeing, a focused, almost painful expression on her face. It’s too late to get to school by now. My parents ask me why I didn’t go, I change the subject and tell them everything about the cat instead.
Now I’m in bed with Corona. I feel fine, I don’t have any symptoms, but my test came back positive and and now I have an app that counts down the days until I die. I’m terrified, I don’t want to die, but all I can do is lie in bed and wait. Six days pass, nothing happens. Maybe there was a mistake? Hopeful, I venture out of bed. My legs feel weak, out of practice. I peek into the living room, ask my family if I could maybe go back to the hospital and be tested again? They tell me to go back to bed and wait to die in silence.
I Know I Already Said This But Teens Are The Worst Anyway
I dream that I’m trying to sleep, but my room is connected to the rooftop and people are coming and going. All I want is to be alone, from my bed I start yelling that only people who live in this building can come through, and only if they’re wearing a mask! They ignore me. I end up punching a teen girl.
One Minute Before Waking Up My Mind Gives Me This Mental Image, This Parting Gift
I dream that my cat is with me under the bed sheets. I realize there’s also a broken glass under the sheets, I yell and shove her out, but I’m not quick enough and her paws are now bleeding and full of glass shards. I start to delicately remove them with my thumb and index finger, her meows sound like long and pathetic howls, like she’s in unbearable pain.
I Need To Read Back Because I’m Sure This Is Not The First Time I Dream About This
I dream the my mother and I are staying at my old university apartment, even though I haven’t lived there in a decade. We have forced the lock and made the beds, I’m thinking to stay maybe a few days, visit the mall, the comic book store, the city of Venice…
Then I remember it’s September and my old landlord −the awful bitch− will be renting the apartment to some other poor student. I tell my mom, quick! pack up and run away before she shows up. It’s too late. Here she comes showing the place to a couple of kids. I’ll distract her, I say, you strip the beds before she sees them.
I walk in the living room and when she’s surprised to see me, I explain I just stopped by to pee. She seems to find my excuse perfectly logical. She introduces me to the two students, and I can’t help it: I tell them,
It’s a scam. The apartment sucks. She’s a horrible person. Run away!
She’s distraught that I would betray her like this. Why, she even bought a new kitchen!
Mom and I go back home. I’m thinking maybe not everything is lost, maybe we can still take the train and go visit Venice, what’s it gonna take, two hours? (Spoiler: IRL it takes much, much, much, much, MUCH more). Unfortunately my sister is having some kind of tantrum-slash-existential crisis and we waste too much time trying to calm her down. Her hair is long now and she wants to be called “Tovah”.
Never Slept In A Dorm In My Life
I dream that I’m in a college dorm room, hiding under my bed covers, but I can’t relax or masturbate or read Mickey Mouse comics because there are too many people around.
Busy Night
I dream that I’m having a fight with my sister because, as usual, I don’t want to share a room. I grab her sheets and throw them out.
Then I dream that I’m late for work. Then, that I’m singing to some cowboys. Then I’m in a Dragon Ball episode. Then, it’s November and there are no Christmas ads on TV because of Corona. It’s rather sad.
Plot Twist
I dream that I go to the computer store to buy a desktop (something I’m planning to do IRL). I explain to the young woman in the store uniform that I’ll be able to buy a new computer with my next paycheck, and could she save one for me?
Fast forward to Christmas, and now my new desktop is sitting in my bedroom and I’m real confused: how did we get here? It was June just a moment ago, why can’t I remember these past months?
Somebody kidnapped me. I was taken away in a big truck with other young people. We were taken to a large room and chained to beds for months and months, until the Stockholm syndrome kicked in. We were then more than happy to help our captors, a group of international criminals and spies.
Now I’m back to the free world and a trained assassins. I shouldn’t remember the brainwash I went through, but I do, I do.
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