I dream that I’m looking into finally getting my driver’s license, I go talk to a rather nice lady who has set her office table behind a cute little church. She offers a good discount for driving lessons and I’m eager to tell my parents. They hear the name of the little church and pale. I ask why. Reluctantly they tell me years ago, during WW2, a group of famished villagers ate their own children inside that very church. There’s even a song about how they were eaten clothes and all and tasted like wool.
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It’s Supposed To Be West, But After All We Are All East Of Something
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.
I Love It When I can Remember So Many Details
I dream that I’m watching the new season of The Crown. The episode starts with the Queen visiting her son Andrew, he lives in a dark, dirty castle with his two little girls and wife. For some reason the actress who plays Fergie has giant fake lips.
We cut to Prince Edward, who is a young professor, hot but in a reassuring, glasses and sweaters kind of way. He meets his future wife and I find myself thinking it’s all very Notting Hill. A group of disabled students go to see him complaining that they aren’t allowed to take part in the school recital. Edward makes a phone call and the Queen and Margaret appear, this time as played by Claire Foy and Vanessa Kirby. The Queen winks at the students.
Next we see them all doing aerobics on a stage, wearing black leotards and leg warmers. Claire and Vanessa are really good dancers. Also Benedict Cumberbatch is on stage, it’s a fun scene but I’m wondering, it’s the 80s, what’s he got to do with anything? Shouldn’t it be Michael Jackson instead?
A new episode starts and the Queen, now played by Olivia Colman, comes along with me and my classroom on a school trip. We go up to the mountains, it’s winter and the scenery is a bit dreary. We come across a pretty lake, I want to take pictures but I have to run away when a wild goose starts chasing me.
We stop in a little village, our hotel has a 1 star out of 5 review but the Queen seems perfectly happy in her bedroom. I have some noodle soup and the next morning go back home. At the train station I realize some guys are following me. I hide in a church and text my dad for help. He replies that he’s not gonna get up from the couch and I’ll have to deal with it on my own. I text back,
If they rob and rape me it’s gonna be all your fault!
Circus Cats and Violent Delegates
I dream that I’m looking into colleges for when I finish high school. At the same time I’m also my current adult self, so I end up choosing a psychology degree, because it’ll help with my retail job, somehow?? I guess customers do be crazy.
At the same time I’m looking into buying a car, I select an old gray Citroën, extremely boring but it somehow only costs 400 bucks. I can’t even drive but that’s not gonna stop me! I lie in the back seat and smile and smile.
I go home and I find a dozen cats, most of them black. My own cat is conspicuously missing. All the cats are wearing circus clothes. I go fill the bathtub (it’s plastic, transparent blue), they all follow me and jump in the water. I start brushing them with soap and they all look very satisfied, like they’ve been trained for this. There is a white cat with a bleeding injury on her shoulder, and a gray tabby with his legs missing. There also a talking toy astronaut.
Afterward I’m walking home from school and decide to visit the local catholic church. I haven’t been inside the building in years and I don’t like religious institutions on principle, but here I go, and the church is packed so I have to sit on the marble steps.
A bearded man stood up and is now giving a speech a few seats from me. Another guy (I recognize him, it’s a local politician) attacks him, a fist fight ensues. I’m enjoying this more than I can say, these religious types and their hypocrisy! The politician notices I’m chuckling ant attacks me too, scratches my face. I say I’m just an innocent schoolgirl! I’m not though, I’m in my 30s, there’s blood pouring down my face and I’m still laughing.
My Town Ain’t This Lively
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.
Not All Dogs Go To Heaven
I’m watching a TV show, a comedy I think, the main character is played by Steve Carell. He needs to find a certain dog, for very important reasons I assume, but the dog has died and gone to hell.
Steve Carell and his friends travel to hell, which looks like an old church turned into dog pound, perched on the side of a mountain cliff. Steve is sad, but he promises he’s gonna be okay as long as he sees no dogs suffering. The (rather normal looking) demon lady who guards hell says she can work with that, and has the group wait outside for a few minutes.
The group walks through some long corridors. They see an ugly man asleep on a pillow, his face red and wrinkly: the demon lady explains he’s actually a pug they transfigured to not upset Steve Carell. He has walked ahead and they hear his panicked voice yelling,
Guys, I’ve already seen three dogs!!
They reach a room bathed in beautiful sunlight, inside there’s a Golden Retriever with a kind face; he sings a mournful song about having nibbled and peed where he shouldn’t have, like a real naughty boy. Steve Carell is crying, and the dog hugs him. I notice the animal is looking to the side, no doubt to his handler with a treat ready for him. What a good actor, I say to myself, and what a good boy!
The Old Woman With A Face Like Art
I’m convinced I’m having a lucid dream, and I’m not, really, I’m just walking around, but I feel in total control. I choose my path between beautiful valleys and lively villages, I see naked peasants happily working their fields.
I take an old woman by the hand: she has a kind, innocent face, and she follows me with the utmost trust. I’m afraid she’ll be lost and confused in the city so far away from her home, so I lead her into an old church, hoping it will look familiar. The walls inside are covered with beautiful frescoes, and as we sit on a wooden bench her face looks like art too, maybe an oil portrait, her wrinkles rosy and bathed in soft light, so different from anyone else’s face.
The priests and cardinals inside the church stand up in their fancy black and red dresses, they angrily debate about things that shouldn’t matter. The old woman stands up too, a light in her eyes, and I know she’s about to teach them an important lesson.
I wake up.
Four Snippets
There’s been a murder inside a big, white cathedral, two people, quite gruesome by the look of it. I’m with a couple of friends, one of them is my old classmate L. We are not allowed to go inside, but we leave a sad note with a fountain pen and our best wavy handwriting.
It’s a foggy, dark day. I meet both my grandmothers: they are sitting together on a bench outside a house. Grandma G. gives me a ring, it’s silver and heavy, I snatch it out of her hand right away with no shame. I tell them both to be careful and stay safe from the Coronavirus outbreak.
I’m at home, but home is a small RV. I’m waiting for my penpal C. to visit as she promised, because I want to propose to her. She arrives at night, wearing a white spring dress and pushing a shopping cart. She slips in my tiny bed.
It’s Easter, I’m celebrating with my siblings but I’m also missing work. I feel a bit guilty about it, and just then my boss shows up and looks at me and I can tell she’s silently judging me. I have my period and bad cramps, but I tell her I’m gonna wash my face, put my jeans on and go to work.
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