I dream that my house is full of kittens, ugly kittens, kittens covered in scars. Two little twin cousins come by and they are kittens too, but also children, they can talk and have pigtails and walk on two legs. I wonder why, if cats can talk, we don’t teach all of them.
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I’m Getting Anxious To Record My Dreams, IN My dreams
I dream that I’m traveling with my siblings committing murders, and I’m taking notes of everything we do so I can write it all down on this blog (ha!). The police is growing suspicious so we ask our dad to pick us up. We wait for him on the shores of a small lake, marveling at how people swim and sunbathe just like it was an ocean.
I dream that I’m biking around town. I stop to pick up my late Grandma G’s doctor prescriptions. I have a little brother, 3 years old, and I’m convinced that he’s a genius. He’s able to locate every part of the body (armpits, chin, feet, hands) and count to twenty. Maybe we’ll have him skip kindergarten and go directly to primary school.
Watching Gaga’s 911 And Looking For All The Symbolism In My Dreams… Even Though My Mind Is Just Dumb
I dream that there are three Beatles still alive. When they put on a live show they look like slightly older One Directions.
Then I dream that I have to bake a pie for the store, but the one my sister made is much better and I feel defeated. A friend (or maybe a famous chef?) comes over and has me taste his pie. The crust is amazing, but the filling is kinda sour. Maybe the fruit wasn’t ripe? No, he says, mine is just better.
I end up bringing my pie to an elementary school. Kids love it.
Creepy Toddlers Also Happen To Be A Specific Workplace Anxiety
I dream that I’m yelling at my sister in the living room. I look down and there’s a small toddler sitting on the table, looking at us with interest. She’s very thin and has a full head of brown hair. Her face looks serious, older than her age.
I’m told that she belongs to our neighbors’, so I pick her up and carry her to their window. They all look incredibly relieved to see her. As we talk, more and more toddlers start to appear. I realize that they are all adults being shrunken down and we’re in a Star Trek episode.
I dream that I’m at the store and there is a long line of customers standing all together. I yell that they need to social distance, they ignore me. The customer I’m serving passes me his credit card, but the reader has turned into a videogame and I don’t know how to reset it. The customer grows impatient and leaves in a huff. My cousin is so angry at me because I’m an incompetent loser.
On my way home I stop at a stationary store, I want to buy a bright yellow umbrella I saw from the window, but the guy inside says,
I’d love to give you the umbrella, bus someone else just bought it.
I’m now a Victorian girl and the umbrella I wanted was actually a book, The Count of Monte Cristo. I arrive at my cottage feeling dejected, then surprised and elated when I see someone has bought the book for me! I gather my siblings and read out aloud to them, they dissolve in giggles and “Well I never!”s
At Some Point The Dog Was A Little Girl
I dream that I’m working at the vet again, they bring us two dogs. One is a big, sweet yellow lab, the other is a Basset Hound. To help him relax I’m supposed to put earbuds in his big ears and have him listen to his favorite song.
Eventful Holiday
I dream that I’m interning at a tobacco store but nobody seems to pay attention to me. The next day is a holiday, I’m at the beach wearing a bikini, with my feet in the water. My parents come pick me up, there are four starving kids on the beach and my mom buys them ice cream pops. I go home and up some stairs, hiding inside an incredibly tiny outdoor toilet. I place an old TV (the kind with antennas and a big butt) on the toilet seat, sit on the floor in front of it and proceed to watch Glee as I eat my lunch.
Who Was She
I dream that my old schoolmate G. buys a boat shaped liked a Star Wars spaceship, he pays it 2488 bucks. It’s so powerful it causes a tsunami.
The end of the world ensues. Now I’m one of three little girls who are also Destiny’s Child (I’m Beyoncé, of course). We hide in a store basement but the ceiling cracks and Tokyo Tower falls on us. The last thing I see is an ugly, bony blonde woman with a pointy face.
I have the power to time travel, so I go back to the tsunami and this time us three little girls hide in an abandoned subway station. As people start dying I see the blonde woman again. I need to remember her, she’s important. She smiles a mean smile and points at her watch. Time to wake up, she mouths.
I wake up.
Even Within Nightmares School Happens
I dream that I find live flies and crickets in my food, and I can’t eat anymore.
Then I dream that I drop my notebook, the one where I wrote down EVERY note for EVERY class of the year, from the stairs at school. I look down and see small children forming a queue in the hall, because apparently we’re sharing with them now. Stupid pandemic.
Then I dream that I’m out in town with my mother when I see a murder of black birds, thousands of them, looking spectral and scary, like they’re not of this world. As I film it they pick up a bird much bigger than them and eat it alive.
A Maze So Recurring By Now I Know Exactly How To Get Out
I dream that the store I work at is now a hospital. Today new recruits, junior doctors and nurses, are arriving, I meet one of them and offer to show her around. She’s a young woman with her son, I show the boy the giant slides on the roof of the hospital, doesn’t he want to play? He says he’d rather stick with his mom.
The hospital is once again a giant maze. After running in circles for a bit I decide to use a secret ladder. It’s a trick I always use in my dreams, I explain to the woman and the boy, maybe it’ll work now even though this totally isn’t a dream, absolutely not, we’re all wide awake.
Finally we reach a classroom, we’re super late so I end up sitting in a student’s desk instead of the teacher’s desk with the other senior employees. My cousin wants to know why I haven’t sent my notes to the other students yet. I rush home and start googling them because of course I misplaced mine. They all seem to be about philosophy and religion. My coworker S. calls me frantically because I’m still not back to the store and he needs help. Meanwhile all the other students are trying to solve a murder.
Christmas In August. Also, The Moon.
I dream that I’m a scientist at the end of a long, long stay on the moon. I didn’t have an easy relationship with my colleague, also a brilliant scientist. But now, at then end, we sit under a blanket together and cuddle, watching the black sky from a big window. She’s beautiful. Our orange cat is bouncing around the station wearing a little space suit.
Then I dream that I’m teaching how to read to a little Middle Eastern boy, descendant of knights and dragons. It’s Christmas day and I’m trying to keep my tears at bay because I know there won’t be any presents for me under the tree, my family will have forgotten as usual. They are all sitting around the dinner table, arguing about politics.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 