I Have A New Neighbor!

Posted on August 9, 2020August 9, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about prepping for my day at school, putting all my books and notebooks in my bag, determined to find out my class schedule this time— (Why do I keep dreaming about this?! As far as I can remember I had no problem keeping track of my schedule back then.)

(At this point I’m woken by my new South American neighbor, who is AS USUAL barking at her phone on the balcony next to my bedroom window. It’s 7:20 of a Sunday morning.)

I fall asleep again and I dream that I go knocking on the woman’s door. I’m welcomed in by the two sisters who used to live here twenty years ago: they are adults now and we chat amicably, catching up on our lives.

I finally reach the garden (how is there a garden inside an apartment?) where my new neighbor is standing. In my broken Spanish, I try to beg her to please, please stop screaming at her phone. She takes my hand and tells me her name is Marisol and she misses her family very much. Then we have to run away because the garden fills with smoke as the building catches fire. A group of firefighters that are actually child acrobats rush in after us.

By now I’m trying to wake myself up because I’m aware I’ve overslept. I have no luck as I keep finding myself inside another nested dream. Since nothing is real anyway, I decide to go outside and make people strip naked.

I Begged And Begged But My Parents Never Took Me

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m visiting Disneyland with my mother and sister. It’s already late in the evening and the park is about to close as I get to the little train that circles the whole area. The characters walking around are children wearing creepy, lifeless masks. They look so sad and exhausted I suggest them to unionize. They laugh.

The train ride is short, the park is smaller than what I imagined. We visit Santa Claus land, it’s full of cute animatronics but it feels wrong in July. At the end of the ride there’s a gift shop, I immediately go look for stickers but all the packets are open and half stolen. The young shop employee is blind and he can’t help me. How could Laura Bailey betray me like this? (The place was recommended by her, somehow).

I finally locate an almost intact package and demand a discount. I pay it 4 bucks.

It’s That Kid Again

Posted on July 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

Guess what, I dream that I’m at school, but I can’t go to my classroom because there are some students sleeping there. It’s part of their religion, I think. AOC is one of them. As I’m waiting in the street for them to wake up, my neighbor’s mom ask where I hid the presents she bought for her son. Because it’s Christmas, and he’s a child again.

Oh no, I hid the presents in the classroom. The boy sneaks inside to go look for them. I follow, angry at how disrespectful he’s being.

My classmates are waking up and emerging from their sleeping bags. They’ve found the presents I hid, an illustrated book and some Harry Potter stickers. They are teasing each other, asking who the kid’s stuff belongs to. They’re mine! Says the actual kid.

Oh, they say, realizing their mistake. Have you been a good boy?

Yes, he replies. They give him his presents.

I go home and cry because I never get any presents from my parents.

Deep Space Store

Posted on July 16, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m repeating the last year of high school. Again. It takes me a while to remember I have a job now and my mornings are booked.

Then I dream that I arrive at space station and visit a big store there. I stumble over my feet and a little boy laughs at me. He’s with his dad. Later the boy has some difficulties with the escalators, I help him out because I’m so generous, the boy follows me around the store and his dad is very worried.

A Little Morbid

Posted on July 13, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I keep being late for school, I’m late in the morning, I’m late in the afternoon. I even waste time cleaning the mailbox outside my house, it’s raining so it really doesn’t make any sense.

Then I dream that I’m hiding a kitten and a little girl in my room. The child is about six or seven. I tell her to not make a sound because there’s a monster in the hallway.

The monster is my father. He finds the kitten and throws it against a wall during one of his tantrums. I eventually have to tell him about the girl too, and to my great surprise he doesn’t get angry. We end up fostering dozens of children to reap the government’s benefits.

We go check the spare apartment where we are storing the children. They all turned into stickers, and a few suffocated inside their plastic wraps. I wonder if it’s morally wrong to still use the stickers, they look real pretty even though they are dead.

A Long One For A Change

Posted on July 9, 2020July 9, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that there’s a phone game I’m really looking forward to play, it’s deceptively simple and cutesy but I’ve been told the plot has a rather dark turn.

Thing is, I can’t possibly concentrate on the game because my life seems to be going fast forward: I blink and a few hours have passed, try as I might I can’t remember what happened in those hours. These flash forward episodes keep happening as I try to go home, when I finally get there years have passed, my dad is old now and has long white hair.

And then time fixes itself, I guess, because next thing I know I’m on my bed playing the game.

The plot is about a young girl with pink hair travelling with her master, a medieval knight. The two are attacked in a village by the game’s bad guy (really well written, engaging backstory for him). I see that he has much more experience points than my characters and a sense of dread washes over me: I watch helpless as the master is brutally murdered and the little girl is dragged to prison.

It’s me languishing in that cell now, after years and years my old friend and neighbor S. rescues me and we go home together. There’s a long carnival parade outside my building, the music is deafening.

I’m once again in my room and my phone is ringing. It’s my cousin. “You can come back to the store for three hours tomorrow,” she says, “but then that’s it, you’re fired.”

“What?! Why?!” I ask, flabbergasted.

They are moving the store to London. And I can’t afford to go with them, I wouldn’t be able to pay rent. The next day I stand on the long bridge that crosses the Atlantic and cry as I look at my cousin, Boss Lady and my coworker S. walking past the gate that goes into London. I beg them not to leave me.

“Farewell, farewell,” says S.

So Much Symbolism In This Dream That I’m Trying To Figure Out

Posted on June 30, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister has a baby, a little half black toddler, so fat and happy. I can’t help but fall in love.

Then I dream that I’m in a supermarket with my mother. We go down the escalator to a basement that is ridden with stinky ugly zombies. They crawl around biting men’s penises off (they even catch UK’s Prince Charles!). My mom and I escape.

We follow a long underground tunnel that ends up inside Hogwarts. There is an evil dictator in control of the castle, we join the resistance to fight her and I’m shot, repeatedly, in the thigh. My mom puts me on a boat and we sail away under a thunderstorm, looking for help.

College Days, Homesickness and… Violent Deaths?

Posted on June 26, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m in college, which is quite rare, it’s usually− almost exclusively really− high school. My mom and siblings are staying with me for a few days, they will need to go soon and I’m feeling heartbroken: I have no idea when I’ll be able to see them again.

Mom offers to drive everyone to Ikea to make me happy. A couple kids from college pile in the car with us, they aren’t much older than children. They sit on each other’s lap in the front seat. Mom is a rather bad driver, she goes really slow and hits every bump on the road (she actually can’t drive IRL).

At Ikea we are greeted by a girl with a big smile. She points to a pair of mummified legs hanging from the front door, explains that they belonged to a coworker, a girl who died on the job. I look away.

Instead I ask the two college children when is the academic year supposed to end; they say winter. It’s only June, it’ll be ages until I can go back home, I realize with a pang of despair.

There is an old book in my bag, white cover. My old high school crush gave it to me and I must have borrowed it to the library at some point, but now it’s back with me. The first pages are a journal recording my college years, the handwriting is beautiful and there are sketches of friends I’m sure I made up. Then there are a few colorful comic panels. One is the story of a geeky red haired boy and his fat emo girlfriend.

I’ve started journaling again on the last pages, and I’m panicking because I’m quickly running out of space.

Mall Trip With The Rich

Posted on June 24, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about meeting an old French woman. An aristocrat, maybe? She takes my siblings and I to the mall, wants to buy us presents. I settle on a Disney board game, but I realize my siblings are picking really cheap presents and I put it back.

I notice an aisle with pretty stickers and go examining them. A little boy is staring at me. I stare him back, angry. He says,

I guess you’re cute, even though you’re old.

I find a little book of Chinese stickers. The old lady wants me to translate them, I start scribbling with a pencil as fast as I can, it’s getting late and I desperately want to go home. The old lady won’t let me go until I finish.

The Spectacular Flying Baby

Posted on June 12, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m mad at my family for forgetting lunch, it’s already 4 P.M. I end up having a panic attack, they laugh in my face.

I’m on my own now, scrolling down Twitter. I find the video of a baby sitting in a pram that lost control and is plummeting towards a house on fire. The baby flies out and we see a close up of his rubbery face bouncing against the wall, then the video cuts to an explosion. The whole thing is obviously fake, a giant Warner Bros logo blinks in the sky behind the house.

I watch the video over and over until it becomes real and the baby appears in the air in front of me. His body is shaped like a star and he has four heads, white as milk.

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