I dream about some sort of bomb that makes everyone have their period, men included. Meanwhile I’m eating a whole cow. It should be terrifying but it’s just quirky.
Then I dream that it’s snowing.
Tag: bombs
Weirdo Fear and Pleasure
There is a man chasing us, he’s wearing an animal skull on his head. He’s immortal, no matter how much we hurt him he keeps getting up; eventually I throw a bomb and blow him to smithereens. I know this is gonna buy me some time so I go to class; I can’t pay attention though, ever few moments I glance at the door, wondering when the man with the animal skull will be back.
I’m taking a walk in town with Gran, we’re not wearing a face mask and I feel guilty about it. She buys a notebook and I pay for it, then she gets a coffee to go (more sanitary!) and I pay for that too, so now I don’t have any money left.
I go back home and use the notebook to copy down a Sudoku board, I make a big mess of inky splotches and have to rip out the page. An old schoolmate comes over, he shows me a book he’s writing: the plot is about a rich young boy (self insert much? I think) with a kidnapped little sister. The book *I* am writing is much better, it’s about a genius little girl living in Victorian times.
He notices a picture of Narcissa Malfoy on the cover of one of my books, says she’s the most beautiful woman in all Harry Potter canon. I argue that would be Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter, I try to google her but there’s something wrong: I’m writing her name on my notebook instead of a computer, and each two words I write, a drawing that combines both of them appears on paper. I immediately start combining pornographic words, and I’m still having fun with the results when my alarm rings, dangit.
Bomb Scare
It’s a Friday and it’s the second to last day of middle school. My cousin G. wants to end things in style by bombing the place, I’m helping her out even if I don’t approve: I’m actually gonna try to sabotage the bomb when she’s not looking. She’s so proud to have me on her team, hugs me and tells our classmates we’ve known each other “since we were babies”.
I see my chance when she mentions she can’t wait to go dance on Saturday night, I casually remind her we’re gonna bomb the school and we’ll all be dead by then. She looks taken aback, like she didn’t think things through. She starts quietly counting on her fingers, and I know I’m about to change her mind.
I go home and tell everyone I’m carrying a bomb, but not to worry, everything is under control. Meanwhile, can my parents help me bring all my stuff home from my classroom? I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be back, I’ve had to repeat this school year over and over and over and over again in my dreams, hell, even my little brother is starting middle school and is about to catch up with me.
The next day my cousin confesses the bomb was only a bunch of New Year fireworks, and if we launch them in the park it’s probably gonna be okay. I rush to do so, meanwhile she travels to a far away kingdom: the king’s brother is forced to wear a red woman’s dress to entertain the castle, she wants to rescue him because she’s in love with him. I think the whole thing is way too heteronormative, but the man is a blonde viking very upset with the whole situation, hopefully he’ll be grateful enough to marry her.
Work Dilemmas
I go to the store as usual in the morning, but there are new coworkers I’ve never seen and all the desks are occupied. I sit on a small chair on the side, my boss sits next to me, opens her planner to scribble something, and I see she’s been testing fountain pens on a page. Enthusiastically I whip out my own journal and show her the pens I’ve been testing myself.
Then I remember I’m supposed to go to the job center and I’m already forty-five minutes late*. I sprint over and the building has been turned into an oriental garden. The employee I was supposed to meet invites me into his bamboo house and tells me it’s his birthday.
I’m at work again. I’m sorting out files when I noticed we’ve been selling bombs and missiles to our customers. I’m anxious about it, but they tell me it’s okay, that’s how life works and there’s nothing I can do about it.
*I did have an appointment IRL this morning.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 