Tag: computers

Plot Twist

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I go to the computer store to buy a desktop (something I’m planning to do IRL). I explain to the young woman in the store uniform that I’ll be able to buy a new computer with my next paycheck, and could she save one for me?

Fast forward to Christmas, and now my new desktop is sitting in my bedroom and I’m real confused: how did we get here? It was June just a moment ago, why can’t I remember these past months?

Somebody kidnapped me. I was taken away in a big truck with other young people. We were taken to a large room and chained to beds for months and months, until the Stockholm syndrome kicked in. We were then more than happy to help our captors, a group of international criminals and spies.

Now I’m back to the free world and a trained assassins. I shouldn’t remember the brainwash I went through, but I do, I do.

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Wishful Thinking

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m watching Star Wars on TV. Darth Vader is on screen, he is not wearing his armor and his flesh is red, burned and bleeding. He removes his helmet too, we see two big eyes, long eyelashes and eyebrows wincing in pain. I realize he’s actually played by Hayden Christensen, I don’t know how they convinced him to come back! Even weirder, he’s wearing a black wig that makes him look like Snape or Kylo Ren. He yells in pain and anger, and a stormtrooper runs over to help.

Now I’m watching the latest Critical Role episode. The battles are beautifully animated with the same style as Gorillaz’s videos. The episode ends with Nott being teleported away, and Matt says goodbye because the show is quarantined like everything else.

I try to go back home, but it’s raining now and there are too many people out and about, I realize with horror. Why aren’t they all in lockdown?! We are all gonna get sick! I decide to hold my breath and try desperately not to touch my face until I’m out of the crowd. A woman tries to grab me by the hand to beg for money, and I run away.

I end up at the store, my boss’ boss is there. She wants to know if I prepared the list she asked me to, I lie and say it’s on my tablet. I’m saved from further embarrassment by my dad, who burst in waving a piece of paper with a credit card glued on it: the government has sent me money, to make up for the fact that I’ll be quarantined at home for months. There are 750 bucks on the credit card, and I’m really excited because I’ll be able to buy myself a new computer now.

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