Tag: crowds

Will We Be Ever Okay In Crowds Again?

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(I’ve been taking a break cause I haven’t slept well in days and I can’t remember if I dreamed about anything at all. But I got something from tonight.)

I dream I’m at a stationary store –one that has been closed for a decade IRL– buying a pen drive. The first one they show me is pink, I ask for another one. The second pen drive is green and comes with a shoulder bag, useful for carrying cookies.

Meanwhile more and more people enter the store, I feel sandwiched against the counter. I tell an old lady to back off, I’m very rude but I feel like she was rude to me first. A commotion outside, people are screaming. A biker has fallen on his head, he’s bleeding profusely. We look for bandages in the store, there’s nothing.

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My Mind Either Goes To Family Anxiety, Crowd Anxiety or Photographer Anxiety

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I dream that we have a new house, an apartment above a bakery. I share a room with my little brother, and one day I find all of his friends inside it, dancing and playing and chilling on my bed. I’m very upset and yell at them to get out, I look completely mad. My brother is mad at me. He has me sit on a chair in front of him, grabs my hands and explains that he’s a YouTuber. Then we turn into the Olsen twins.

I wake up and when I fall asleep again I dream that I visit a camera store in town. I want to know if they have a vise to repair my dented lens, but a crowd of people walks in behind me and everybody is talking together and I’m getting anxious. The store owner has white hair and a sleazy smile, I don’t like him at all but I see he sells film rolls too, so I’ll have to buy from him after all.

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You Can Always Count On Disney Villains

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I dream that I get a message from a doctor saying, good news! I discovered you’re not depressed after all! I’m curious so I go see him, he’s giving a whole presentation about me, on a stage, slides on the big screen. He announces to the audience that I actually have “Empty Womb Syndrome.” I, of course, disagree with his findings and I’m actually pretty angry at him. I’m about to say something when Lady Tremaine herself walks on stage, announces that the doctor is a “charlatan”. She winks at the audience and says a surprise is up next. The Critical Role cast walks on stage and the crowd goes wild, the doctor is ushered out protesting loudly.

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Let’s Throw In Some Crowd Anxiety So 2020 Can Stay On Brand

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(Everyone in this dream is a Harry Potter character but nor really, maybe a knock-off.)

I’m at the mall and there’s a scientist demonstrating a toy house that can be transformed into a real tiny house, he will miniaturize people so they can live in the tiny house and save up on bills. I call my mom to show her this technological miracle, she’s much more interested in how hot the scientist is; I tell her he’s so young he could be her son. I decide to do some shopping but the mall is crowded and nobody is wearing a mask, I turn on my heels and run.

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A Very Specific Anxiety That Didn’t Exists Last Year

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I dream that I go to work one morning and outside the store there are hundreds and hundreds of people. What’s going on?! I ask someone. TV says we’re about to go on lockdown again, they explain, and everybody got here while they still can.

(Photo by Rob Curran on Unsplash)

I walk inside and there are more people amassed behind the counter. Even the back office isn’t safe, I sit at the computer trying to ignore the countless eyes watching me, waiting to ask me questions, impatient because I’m filing old documents instead of helping customers. When they start taking out and reading the office’s binders I have to yell. That is private information!

I see my coworkers turning the lights off and putting they jackets back on. I follow their lead and run outside just as the shutters come down. Even bigger a crowd has gathered outside, there are journalists with their cameras and politicians giving interviews, blaming the government for this mess. I run away.

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My Town Ain’t This Lively

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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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Mysterious Pastries and Paper Hells

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We have a new kitten in the house, she’s honey-colored and real cute, I try to take pictures but my little sister is always in the way. I’m the middle one of three young sisters with long brown curls.

My old priest comes by to talk us into coming back to church, I’m not home but my two sisters are in their room, already tucked in bed. The older one, who’s about sixteen, asks him for takeaway pizza money, the house has big windows and a mother passing by is scandalized to see the priest bending over a bed, giving money to a half-naked teen. The older sister blackmails the priest into giving her more money because, she threatens him, she took pictures and she’ll release them! The parents come home and she quickly hides a photo album.

Meanwhile I’m in town, it’s a gray, rainy day and a guy named Peace texts me: he wants to meet at a certain pastry store. His coworker demands to know why, she’s a blonde woman with an 80s perm walking next to me. I google the name and find out it was some sort of… fairy tale themed place? My great aunt D., who’s also there, reveals that the store burned down months ago, maybe the guy would like to go to (she points) that pink donuts stand instead?

The truth is, the pastry store has reopened in a new, secret location that only great aunt D. knows, there is a hidden clue embroided with a red thread in her white shirt sleeve. She refuses to show us the sleeve, and later when she’s filming a Youtube video she CGIs it out, just to spite us. Her pettiness doesn’t work because I find the store on my own and I follow her to the nearby sea town just to rub it in her face.

There are too many people around, a crowd cheering on a parade. I try to get away but people surround me, a girl laughs in my face and I yell to keep her germs away. I can’t find my way home.

Now I’m a little boy, and I’m lost, my parents and two sisters have been searching me for years. I walk and walk until I can see the coastline, there are lions on the beach. Eventually I arrive in some sort of carnival town where everything is made of colorful papier-mâché. My family find me as I walk on a stage that is literal hell: there are paper flames and a paper Devil, blond with piercing blue eyes. He recognizes my older sister, the one who took pictures of the priest and is now a prostitute, and tells her she’s doomed.

I offer myself in exchange for her soul. The Devil lifts me by the armpits, looks into my big, childish eyes and can’t find a trace of sin in me. We go back in time and my sister is a pure young girl again, riding her bike with a purple helmet and a big smile.

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Walk and Show and a lil Panic

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There is a toddler −maybe my little sister?− that keeps jumping in my arms from great heights, first from a tree, then from the stairs of a big marble statue. It’s so dangerous and I’m afraid I’m not gonna catch her next time.

My cousin and I are going to see a StarKid show in town, and it’s already my second time because I love it so much, even though I feel incredibly guilty about the crowd gathering in the theater. Not many people are paying attention though, I’m literally the only one cheering and clapping at the stage. A girl is listening to music too loudly and I can’t remember how to say to lower the volume in Japanese; eventually my cousin drags her away and I go sit in the first row. At the end of the show Lauren Lopez comes down the stage and kisses me on the cheek, “Thank you, Lauren” I say, breathless.

I tell my cousin I don’t need a ride home and I’ll just walk, but of course I get lost. I meet an old schoolmate, S., and ask her the way. She points to a tiny alley going down two rows of old stone houses, and I immediately know there are gonna be dogs behind the gates: since I’m terrified of dogs barking at me up close, I go looking for another way. I end up looking at a river banks, the stone buildings and the people playing on the sand are bathed in afternoon sunlight. Again, I feel bad about the crowd, but it’s all so beautiful I decide to take a picture and brag about it on social media.

I look in my pocket and I find a slim white watch. It’s not mine. In the other pocket there is a phone, old and broken and again, not mine. I run back hoping I just forgot my actual phone at the theater, but I’m panicking so badly that I wake up.

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