Tag: Christmas

My Town Ain’t This Lively

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m walking with my brother, on my foot I’m wearing a single flip flop. We arrive in front of the local church. A group of teens are selling a tube of washi tape, I ask how much, they say 50 bucks. I grab a kid by the collar and threaten him, he say he’ll sell it for 30. It’s still too much, and I shove him away. I enjoy being bigger and scarier than him.

We walk in town, my brother stops at a cafe with pale blue interiors. I wait for him outside and observe my surroundings: there is a store selling Christmas trees and I think it’s ludicrous in June. A few feet away a man is inviting customers to “China Town”, I see a crowd of people laughing and yelling and eating duck. My Gran is among them. I cringe because none of us is wearing a mask, then I remember that I always wear masks in real life so this might be a dream. I can’t be sure though, it all looks so realistic.

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More Cats Than Accounted For

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It’s Christmas and I have a bunch of cats in the house that I never bothered to learn the names of, because the only cat I care about is my own IRL one. I ask my sister and she points me to a couple of tuxedos that are staring up at me with their big black eyes: the big one is Jacob, my sister says, the small one is Cole, short for “Colored Sunset”.

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We move on to two orange boys; do they all come in pairs, I wonder. Sitting between them there is my IRL cat with her pink collar, I scratch her cheeks affectionately.

I notice a round, fat cat; he’s gray/brown and is covered in little, strangely neat spots, he looks like a vase. I ask about him, my sister explains a neighbor left him here and never came back to collect him.

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Lost Presents

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We find a bunch of children’s toys hidden in a closet in hour home, they are all still packaged and rather old, hidden there since the 70s. They are all strange and ugly, there is a naked Barbie with a giant stomach: when you open it, a little blonde doll with pigtails pops out.

A neighbor gave the toys to my mom to hide until Christmas, but she died shortly after and the toys were long forgotten. We decide now we’re gonna wrap them up for that neighbor’s children.

One of her children sits next to me at school, it’s the pudgy blond boy. I show him the presents and say they are for him and his siblings. What would he like, I ask, maybe colored pencils would be useful?

He asks what I’m gonna give to his older, already adult brother, I say I’ll give the toys to his toddler son instead. He thinks for a moment and say,

The toddler is also my mother’s child, but we will never tell him.

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Trying My Best To Explain A Complicate Dream

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I’m studying at a friend’s, there’s a guy, a girl and I. The guy gives me a set of cards, yellow, blue and red, each representing a paranormal encounter; I try to decipher them like one would a math problem.

I ask the guy what the colors represent, are they emotional or purely descriptive? He says they are very emotional, then he tells me about his past: he was one of a set of twins, so cute and talented they starred in a famous Christmas movie. When his brother was murdered, the guy started to have visions of him.

(The girl listens to the story and she’s inspired into having a paranormal encounter of her own, she finds herself in a forest where she has a lightsaber duel with old Ben Kenobi. Her lightsaber is green.)

The guy is happy with my questions and writes on a report that I have

The mind of a Kantian and the luck of a skeptic.

I’m not quite sure what that means, but I’m so flattered I underline his words with my pencil.

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Broken Things

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My glasses are broken. I look for an old pair, find them in a drawer, there’s a big scratch on one of the lenses. I wish I had gotten a new prescription before all the stores were closed.

There is a bed with a… tent? Rolled over it? I break it and then try to roll it back, even try to glue it but it’s no use. Bud Bergstein and his wife come in the room and are appalled.

It’s Christmas night. I want to be alone and read my Steven Universe comic book but dad is angry, again, he’s making a scene. Like I’ve dreamed to so many times, I pick him up by the armpits and put him outside. He takes the car and leaves, it’s already dawn and nobody knows where he’s gone, and everybody is mad at me.

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Unsettling Grandmother

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I’m with my cousin in the building’s parking lot, we are about to go inside the basement door when a black cat approaches us, he looks very chill and not afraid at all. My cousin asks if it’s my cat, I say it’s not, because my cat’s eyes are green and this one’s are yellow.

We go inside and the building has now turned into a tall maze with different stores and events on every floor. This is a recurring dream of mine, and I tell my cousin I can never find my way out when the it changes like this.

There is a giant pharmacy on the first floor, then a stock exchange. My dad makes his way through the various businessmen, he looks like Ricky Moranis did in the 90s. He stars yelling,

I want money! I want money! I WANT MONEY!

and he’s so convincing that one of the businessmen cedes him the right to some old songs. We go through them to figure out how much they’re worth. They come mostly from pulpy old movies, but there’s also a Christmas album from the cast of the cartoon “Sing”.

They are filming a Spiderman VS Thor movie in my neighborhood, but it’s very low budget. I’m watching Spiderman jump on top of my gate, and I can clearly see he used a trampoline badly hidden under a blanket.

I follow the actors as they run down the streets I’m so familiar with. We arrive at my late Grandma G.’s house: she and my dad are sunbathing in the yard. My brother approaches her and asks,

What is your true form?

She open her eyes and I shiver because I’m sure she’s about to unleash some ancient, unspeakable Eldritch horror on us. But my brother dips his hands in water and gently tickles and massages her bare feet. My grandma laughs and refuses to answer. Instead she tells us to keep our soulmates close.

My brother says he met his soulmate in a videogame. Grandma says out loud the name of mine, but I can’t remember it anymore.

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