Bit Of a Panic Rush There

I dream that my sister is back home and miserable because she just had an abortion; I still won’t share a room with her. My cat dies because I’ve fed her a sponge from the kitchen; when I realize what I’ve done I try to get her to throw up, but it’s too late. I cannot stand to be alone, I decide to buy a cream colored kitten named Beatrice.

Happy Summer!

I dream that I’m looking after a neighbor’s adorable baby girl, she starts throwing up and I call a doctor. I go out for a bit she’s dead and they’re holding her wake.

Then I dream that we’re about to sit at Christmas dinner with the whole family in our mountain house, I also invited a few friends, four girls from the early 1900s who are studying to become career women, lawyers, scientists etc. The table is outside and it’s night, a bunch of people arrive singing carols. My late Grandpa P. gets up and throws a golden key at the crowd, a man catches it and demands to sleep with me. I tell him to go to hell. We all go home on a rented bus, I’m distraught because I can’t find my jacket.

I Guess Because The Leaves Simmered In Her Blood?

I dream that there’s a group of ghosts and demons haunting us. Everyone else is scared but I find them sweet. I show one of them, a blonde girl with a pompadour, the creek where she drowned; next to it there’s a white aromatic flower.

And that’s why your name is Tea.

Eventually half my face gets covered in elaborate, black and golden tattoos. That means I’m turning into a ghost too.

Killing Someone In A Dream Makes Their Life Longer!

I dream that my pen pal C. is here to visit once again, and there’s a little girl with her, possibly her niece. They are staying in the neighborhood, picking tomatos. I hope to convince her to stay for a few more days, but when I get there she’s got a strange expression. I ask what happened.

“My dad died. Without me, they forgot to buy his heart pills.’

I hug her tight. I ask what she needs; she wants peanuts, the little girl wants juice. I say I’ll be right back, I have super speed after all!

I run home and feel like I’m going so slow, but I know they’ll add the super speed Quicksilver effect in post production, so it should be fine. I tell the news to my parents: my mom volunteers to go back with C. to her family, which I find both sweet and impractical.

I open a trail mix bag and painstakingly pick each peanut. The results is a very small bowl, but it’ll had to do. As I go back I notice my cat is escaping from the front door, I pick her up and toss her inside our car. It feels cruel but I don’t have time to waste!

When I get back to C. it’s getting dark and there’s a priest blessing her door. The atmosphere in the neighborhood is somber. C. takes my arm in hers and smiles a teary smile when I tell her what my mom has volunteered to do. She reminds me she won’t have many college classes in January (she’s 40 IRL) and it’s her birthday on the 10th (not her birthday IRL). The implicaron it’s that she wants to spend it with me. It makes my heart soar.

(Other dreams included: my sister streaming my computer, the Sims having a massive update, a neighbor teaching me calligraphy). I’m

I’m Sorry Tala I Love You You’re My Favorite Actress

I dream that I’m hiking, I look up and in the perfect blue sky I see two flying saucers. I take out my phone to take a picture and zoom in, I can see inside the transparent dome of the saucers there are giant clawed hands, one each. In between them there’s a man flying, I recognize him as a Star Trek villain. I go onboard the Enterprise to warn everybody and I learn the evil guy was Captain Kirk’s former lover. There are a bunch of Tala Ashe clones on board and they keep losing their heads, one way or another, they’re getting beheaded.

There’s A Dead Child In This So Stay Clear If It’s Upsetting

I dream that we meet Jared Padalecki is a store (in my notes just after waking up I wrote “Jason Paadaleki” so I’m assuming this is who I meant).

Then I dream about a small community fighting over who gets to adopt a baby. There’s a mother who just lost her own baby, so she thinks it’s her duty and right to take in another child, even though she’s an awful person. There’s a nice lesbian in her 20s. There’s a single woman in her 40s, blonde, wearing blue jeans, who looked after the baby when she was born and bonded with her. And finally there’s Mister Miyagi, who’s driving the baby to the town meeting. He walks in the hall and the mother immediately demands to know where the baby is. “Right here”, he says, and puts on a table the tiny white coffin of her dead child.

Then I dream that we’re watching the musical Cinderella by Lin-Manuel Miranda. In the first scene the ensemble is dancing like mice.