Tag: children

Nice And Fantasy, Suddenly Star Wars

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I dream about three children, prisoners in a secret facility. Adults keep asking them about a code, but the kids don’t know of any code. Eventually a woman (heavy make up, harsh looking) take them to a dungeon where they are told they have to collect glowing seeds throughout several levels; they only have fifteen minutes to do so and unfortunately the dungeon is inhabited by an evil shape-shifting monster.

The first level is a set of towering staircases, the children climb them out of their breath, looking behind their back for the monster. They get the seeds at the top of the highest staircase, they are rushing back when an old scientist, head of the project, walks towards them with a smile, asking for the seeds. They know it’s the monster and decapitate it with a silver sword. They are acutely aware of all the time they have wasted.

The second level is a Star Wars podrace. The kids have to score first, second and third place to win the glowing seeds, but Sebulba comes in third instead, they have to kill him too. The monster has now shape shifted into Anakin Skywalker. One of the children is the son of Anakin and Yoda, he’s very scared of his evil father. At this point they all look like cartoon characters from Diary of a Wimpy Kid.

The children realize they’ve wasted too much time and the fifteen minutes are almost over. They decide to reset the timeline and start over, they find themselves being brought into the dungeon again. They rush to the first level without listening to the head scientist’ explanation: they’ve heard it before.

The level is now a wall full of empty shapes. There are many people in the room, the children must ask each of them to give up a beloved object: it will magically turn into a shape that fit in the wall. The task is almost completed when I wake up, a bit disappointed because I wanted to see the dungeon finally cleared.

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If You Were Hoping For A Holiday Themed Dream You Are Wrong

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I dream that I open a bookstore with two old schoolmates, M. and C. We only sell books about the Middle Ages so it’s not very successful. We’re going home one night when we see our rival bookstore has displayed animals (some sort of white monkeys) and toddlers in their storefront window. I don’t know if the toddlers are alive or just dolls, they move like real children but they look fake, they all have an identical bowl cut and their faces are covered in thin white fur. I pick one up and it’s drooling all over me, I clean its mouth.

We are now late, we rush to the train stop (it’s like a tram stop but for trains!) and barely miss our ride. We have no choice but to call a cab; a big, fancy orange car appears to pick us up, I cannot sit in the back with my friends because them are the rules, I have to climb into the trunk, it’s not pleasant. The cab driver is speaking in a foreign language on his phone, the only words I understand are “Angela Merkel”. The road to town is made of white marble and almost vertical, I’m terrified we won’t make it and when we reach the top I jump out the trunk. I tell my friends I’ll pay them back my fare tomorrow, they yell back it’s gonna be 15 bucks. As I run away I see them take one calculator each as they start checking if the cab fare is right. I marvel at how they can still do math after all these years.

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My Family Has Lived In A Mountain Village For Generations

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I dream that I’m staying at a hotel. It’s pretty quiet until a mom with a bunch of kids arrives (or maybe she’s a teacher?). Nobody in their group is wearing a mask and I’m pissed about it. One of the kids, about eleven years old, brown hair, gawky, eats one of my stickers. I forgive him.

Next morning I’m roped into shooting a documentary. The film crew drives me to a town sitting on a hill, they go on about how it’s much smarter than building on a taller mountain. I’m pissed about that too. I stop at a local store to buy some snacks, everything is outrageously expensive. I’m told we are going to shoot on a beach next, I’m upset because I just want to go home. Plus I got my period, along with the snacks I have to buy pads. I go looking for a bathroom and can’t find one. The crew is growing impatient.

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Disappointed To Wake Up With No Car. Also TW Animal Suffering

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I dream about a mom with two small children, brother and sister. The little girl has a kitten, she doesn’t want to leave it behind but her mom puts it inside a box, tells the daughter “it will be fine”.

It is of course not fine and the kitten suffocates and dies. He turns into the angry ghost of a child, he kills the two little siblings and they turn into ghosts too.

I dream that it’s my birthday and one of my aunts buys me a new car and a Nintendo switch. My brother is jealous and steals the switch.

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I Was Just Thinking I Haven’t Done A Puzzle Since Like Fourth Grade

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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.

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A Clever Little Alien

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I dream that I’m trying to save little children from an alien that snuck into their bedroom one night.

I gently shake the older brother, waking him up. I whisper to him to get his baby sibling and run, run! He grabs the baby and disappears in the night riding his little trycicle.

That’s when I realize there’s another sibling, a little girl asleep in her bed. She wakes up. Her hair is blue, her eyes are yellow and her pupils cat-like. She smiles at me, her teeth pointy. She was the alien all along, and I have a sudden urge to protect her: after all, she only wanted to live with this family in peace.

The children’s mother knocks on the door, alarmed by all the noise. The little alien girl opens the door quickly, stopping the mother from coming inside. She explains the noise came from the street, someone threw a bucket of paint through the window, that’s why her hair is blue. The mother wants to check on the little boy and the baby, the girl says they just fell asleep, so please do not disturb them. She winks at me.

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Who Was He

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I dream that there’s a baby crawling at my feet. He’s blonde, he’s wearing a blue shirt and a big diaper. I want to take him in my arms but whenever I try he cries. I’m limping. Laura Bailey is on TV hosting an award show.

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When You Wake Up Suddenly And It’s Like You Were Just There

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I dream that the whole family is at a beach village, one of those Greek sea places with white houses and blue roofs. The sun is shining and it’s clearly summer, still groups of children are coming down stairs and alleys singing a Christmas song, I know it’s Greek because I recognize the world “aletheia”. Another group is singing in… Hebrew? That can’t be right, they don’t celebrate Christmas. Maybe they’re Copts.

(Photo by Auriane Clément on Unsplash)

As more and more relatives arrive I yearn to go back home and avoid them all, I beg my dad to drive me and he refuses. I walk instead, looking behind my back to see if he changed his mind. I fall asleep on a bench and when I wake up Dad has brought me home on his bicycle.

I want to take a shower but there’s a tray of burned cheese burgers in the bathroom, the smell is foul. My mom sits next to me on my bed and puts some sort of rust colored lotion on my face. Meanwhile, my brother is telling me that Dad is gonna take down our shower panels, that upsets me so much I throw a little, pathetic tantrum.

We sit around the table to eat dinner, both my grandmothers are here. My late grandma G. is slouching back on her chair, she looks like she has no bones and is about to plop on the floor any minute, like she’s made of jelly. I’m explaining to the both of them what 3D glasses are, isn’t it marvelous, I say, how everyone can now see holograms? They don’t really understand the concept. I say, imagine a big red billboard with the name of your favorite supermarket. With my glasses I also can see… I fish around for an actress they would recognize,

I can also see Sofia Loren projected on the billboard, waving at me.

After dinner, my brother attempts to hack into my phone to see if I ever visited a certain city. He’s not gonna find anything, I say confidently. He finds a panoramic photo that looks more like a painting. It’s from my point of view, it looks like I’m sitting in a shabby room. He changes the prospective and we gasp: on my lap there’s a dirty rat with a syringe stuck in its neck. It’s a terrifying close up.

Next I go to the store because it’s my old coworker S.’s birthday and we are planning a surprise party. I buy birthday cards and balloons from him, he doesn’t suspect a thing. I really need to pee though, and I’ll have to hold it because it’s not hygienic to use a public bathroom, Coronavirus and all. I can’t remember my credit card pin, I look it up on my phone, it’s the old Motorola my mom owned in 1997. It’s broken and I can’t seem to fix it and I really need to run home and pee. S. tries to fix it as well, he hands back something that is not my phone, I really don’t care, I grab it and…

I wake up and run to the bathroom.

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Oh No

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(I don’t remember the details but the first dream was about getting Covid, I suddenly woke up coughing with a sore throat and panicked for a solid minute, then fell back asleep.)

Then I dream that a creepy uncle is watching me. He’s sitting on the couch across from me with a sleazy smile. I try to escape and he is still following me on the streets. I get to a Sunday school, pretend to be a child and hide inside, I sit on one of the little desks. He’s still there, next to the chalkboard, watching me.

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It’s Supposed To Be West, But After All We Are All East Of Something

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I dream that I travel back to 1891 and I should never do that, I should always go forward, because now I have a small sister, just a child with big, brown, sad eyes, and our father has given her up in marriage. She’s so small, but there’s nothing I can do to help.

I dream that I’m travelling on a bus with a group of friends. We reach the East Coast and it’s my home town, somehow? A boy with a guitar joins us after I watch his Youtube videos. We dig a long tunnel to the nearest Gucci store, stop at an underground dance party that looks out of West Side Story. We are hideous dancer, we look for a more amateurish party. We noticed another room in the tunnel with beautiful chandelier lights shining in the dark, we stop there but it’s not a dance floor, it’s a church and there are coffins on the benches.

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