Tag: children

H***arts Reference

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I start with some recurring stuff, my sister coming home and high school finals. After that, I dream that that I go to a party in a large restaurant, full of elegant people sitting at tables with white tablecloths. I’m a young girl, I’m sitting with three other kids, one of them is a boy with curly hair.

The people at the table next to us are having an unpleasant, quite racist conversation. The curly-haired boy steals a pen drive from one of them, a wealthy-looking man. He quickly unlocks the pen drive with the right password: the man is his father, the boy explain, and now we’ll have to run away from him.

We hide in the garage belonging to one of the adults. My face has turned orange, because our pursues have cast a spell on me. The boy rummages around and finds a box full of colorful wands. “Aren’t they German?” one of the other kids asks. No, the boy says, Germans all go to that fancy European magic school. Everyone gets a wand and we cast a spell to fly away, I remember the green fields running below us just before waking up.

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All This Anxiety, And It’s All Stupid

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

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.

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Warning: Another Dead Kid. So Sorry. My Subconscious Sucks.

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m a nurse in a Middle Eastern hospital. There’s a doctor, a western woman with glasses, who just lost her daughter, and she’s so overcome with grief she’s carrying the corpse everywhere with her. I’m trying my best to work without looking at the dead girl. Another doctor is protesting about the woman’s erratic schedule. I call her to one side and say, “forgive her, she just lost her child.” “What do you mean,” the doctor says, the girl is right there with her!” “Exactly,” I say, and her face colors with understanding, followed by horror.

Now I’m having lunch with my mom and we’re talking about the woman and her dead child like it was a TV episode. I need to go back to school soon, but it’s the second to last day and I’m not sure what classes I have left, if it’s philosophy I’m gonna skip. With my shoes already on, I lay on my bed to check my Thursday schedule, which I never seem to remember. My bedroom is a big, airy attic with plenty of green plants. My aunt M. appears out of nowhere, she sits on the floor with a bin full of water and soap and starts washing some clothes. She keeps glancing at me, I try to ignore her. Finally she walks to me and tries to glance at my school diary. It’s full of pictures of Chyler Leigh and I’m really embarrassed.

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I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together

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I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.

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I Try To Write Down My Dreams While I’m Dreaming, Sometimes It Even Works

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I dream that my brother’s voice is changing as he’s hitting puberty and I’m sad because I love his childish voice (I tried to recall it when I woke up but he’s 30 and I must have forgotten so long ago).

Then I dream some starships and Michael Burnham. And there’s this other long, very detailed dream that I went over again and again while I was half awake, but the moment I opened my eyes, it was gone.

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There’s A Dead Child In This So Stay Clear If It’s Upsetting

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I dream that we meet Jared Padalecki is a store (in my notes just after waking up I wrote “Jason Paadaleki” so I’m assuming this is who I meant).

Then I dream about a small community fighting over who gets to adopt a baby. There’s a mother who just lost her own baby, so she thinks it’s her duty and right to take in another child, even though she’s an awful person. There’s a nice lesbian in her 20s. There’s a single woman in her 40s, blonde, wearing blue jeans, who looked after the baby when she was born and bonded with her. And finally there’s Mister Miyagi, who’s driving the baby to the town meeting. He walks in the hall and the mother immediately demands to know where the baby is. “Right here”, he says, and puts on a table the tiny white coffin of her dead child.

Then I dream that we’re watching the musical Cinderella by Lin-Manuel Miranda. In the first scene the ensemble is dancing like mice.

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I Stand By My Ew

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I dream that there’s a black cat flirting with my sister: he might be a cat, but he’s also a man. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him outside. The window is open and my calendar (Murder, She Wrote themed if I remember correctly) flies out, landing on the grass of the park outside. I order my sister to keep an eye on it (“don’t lose sight of it even for a moment!”) and run out. The park is full of children picking up garbage for a school project. The calendar is nowhere to be seen. I grab the fence with both hands and beg them to look through their garbage sacks.

Then I dream that I’m banned from a wallpaper site after commenting “ew” under a Kylo Ren picture.

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She Was Using The Balloon Like A Pastry Bag

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I dream that my old schoolmate L. and her little brother are looking for an apartment to rent. I say there’s one available in my building, next door to mine. The boy asks what’s the building like, I say it’s wonderful, and complicated like a maze, and it has bars and stores, and a woman baking cakes and decorating them with a pink balloon.

The building is like a giant hotel on top of a mountain. We step on the mat at the base of the mountain and are teleported into the main hall. It takes me a while to find my bearings and the right staircase to the third floor. Unfortunately the apartment is already occupied and there’s a warming party underway. My own apartment also seem to be missing, I’m confused for a while before remembering we were moved to an apartment that looks exactly the same in our twin building (it def. happened in a previous dream) while the main one was flew on top of a mountain by a squad of helicopters and turned into a hotel/casino.

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Will How Could You

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my mother and I are watching Will Smith presenting a show. He’s brought along three children (his own?), the two younger girls, one barely more than a toddler, are very camera ready and I recognize them as famous voice actors. My mom is upset and mumbling about child labor.

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