I dream about a mom with two small children, brother and sister. The little girl has a kitten, she doesn’t want to leave it behind but her mom puts it inside a box, tells the daughter “it will be fine”.
It is of course not fine and the kitten suffocates and dies. He turns into the angry ghost of a child, he kills the two little siblings and they turn into ghosts too.
I dream that it’s my birthday and one of my aunts buys me a new car and a Nintendo switch. My brother is jealous and steals the switch.
I dream that I’m running late for school, I get quickly dressed in an oversize pink t-shirt and jeans. My mom is waiting for me in the car, she’s driving. Wait, I say, I think I got my period. I rush back inside and to the bathroom. My jeans are a mess. As I’m stripping down my cat jumps on the toilet and starts peeing, a focused, almost painful expression on her face. It’s too late to get to school by now. My parents ask me why I didn’t go, I change the subject and tell them everything about the cat instead.
Now I’m in bed with Corona. I feel fine, I don’t have any symptoms, but my test came back positive and and now I have an app that counts down the days until I die. I’m terrified, I don’t want to die, but all I can do is lie in bed and wait. Six days pass, nothing happens. Maybe there was a mistake? Hopeful, I venture out of bed. My legs feel weak, out of practice. I peek into the living room, ask my family if I could maybe go back to the hospital and be tested again? They tell me to go back to bed and wait to die in silence.
I dream that I’m with a friend trying on clothes in a store. A man with a gun comes in, starts shooting. My friend shoves me inside a dressing rooms, tells me to hide. She is shot and killed, the right side of her face is caked in blood. I cower on the dressing room floor, I know the man is looking for me, but somehow he doesn’t spot me.
I dream that a tiger cub wanders into my living room. It’s night and I’m the only one still up. He’s afraid at first, but soon he’s in my lap purring. He’s even getting along with my cat.
The next day we try to find out where the cub came from. We call the vet clinic and they say he ran away after one of the doctors, a guy named Maycon, committed suicide. Incredibly, we are allowed to keep the cub until they find a proper home for him.
We bring both pets, cat and tiger, on a trip with us. We visit a futuristic facility where they are creating VR videogames.
I’m told to sit at a machine in the middle of a giant room, there’s a gaming chair elevated from the ground and surrounded by screens. Below there’s a desk with multiple computers, the woman sitting behind the desk is the director of the project. My family is looking up with interest. The tiger cub and my cat are wandering around the room.
My body is scanned so my avatar will look realistic. I find myself sitting inside a futuristic car, a race is about to start but I can’t drive! “What do I do?” I yell, panicking. “Floor the pedal!” I hear my dad yelling back. The program changes to a horse race and I don’t fare any better.
The director is disgusted at my incompetence. When it’s my brother’s turn she asks him what kind of games he likes. I wish she had asked me as well. As my brother plays (as Ranma ½ , and dismayed about turning into a girl) the director looks me over and says, “some people just lack intelligence”.
I grab her by the lab coat and hiss,
Not everyone is the same. I may not be good at videogames, but I have emotional intelligence.
When it’s time to go home we board a super fast train, it’s bright red and looks so modern. Again, my cat and the tiger cub are wandering up and down the train corridors.
We don’t have tickets, the other passengers are carrying their tickets on their wrists, like some sort of smart watch. The conductor comes over to scan the watches, my dad tells her we need to buy ours. She says, you can do that, or you can try your luck at our slot machine.
All the passengers without a ticket get in line, one by one they pull the lever of the slot machine, but nobody wins. When it’s my turn I pull the lever and the machine blinks and whistles! I’m excited for a moment thinking I won a ticket. The conductor is impressed too, because apparently nobody had won anything in years.
The machine spits out a receipt. I read it, it’s a coupon for a pizza place from the town we’ve just left. It says I’ve won a lemongrass pizza. I don’t even know what that is, I’ll just have to give the coupon to someone else because it’s useless to me.
I dream that my old schoolmate G. buys a boat shaped liked a Star Wars spaceship, he pays it 2488 bucks. It’s so powerful it causes a tsunami.
The end of the world ensues. Now I’m one of three little girls who are also Destiny’s Child (I’m Beyoncé, of course). We hide in a store basement but the ceiling cracks and Tokyo Tower falls on us. The last thing I see is an ugly, bony blonde woman with a pointy face.
I have the power to time travel, so I go back to the tsunami and this time us three little girls hide in an abandoned subway station. As people start dying I see the blonde woman again. I need to remember her, she’s important. She smiles a mean smile and points at her watch. Time to wake up, she mouths.
I dream that I’m watching the Olympics. One of the skaters (blonde, now that I think about it she looks like Tonya Harding) has a name that I find familiar, almost royal. I look her up, she is married to a Count or something, and all her family has died in a horrible fire.
I dream that I keep being late for school, I’m late in the morning, I’m late in the afternoon. I even waste time cleaning the mailbox outside my house, it’s raining so it really doesn’t make any sense.
Then I dream that I’m hiding a kitten and a little girl in my room. The child is about six or seven. I tell her to not make a sound because there’s a monster in the hallway.
The monster is my father. He finds the kitten and throws it against a wall during one of his tantrums. I eventually have to tell him about the girl too, and to my great surprise he doesn’t get angry. We end up fostering dozens of children to reap the government’s benefits.
We go check the spare apartment where we are storing the children. They all turned into stickers, and a few suffocated inside their plastic wraps. I wonder if it’s morally wrong to still use the stickers, they look real pretty even though they are dead.
I dream that I have a pet squirrel in a paper bag. I shake the bag because I forgot there’s also a glass bottle inside. The squirrel gets hit in the head, I rush it to the vet but there’s nothing I can do to save it.
Then I dream about a couple on a mystical quest. The wife keeps dying in strange accidents and the husband keeps bringing her back to life whenever he has enough magic. She stays alive for a few hours and then dies again. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she notices her husband’s hair is turning gray: seven years have passed for him, only seven hours for her.
Something about being so upset I’m just crying on the floor, and everyone is ignoring me because my family cannot fulfill my emotional needs.
Something about being a stranded time traveler who finally finds a time machine and goes to visit a lonely man in a little space ship and then goes back to the year 1957.
Something about a man making a deal with Death to get family and fortune, promising he’ll be happy in return. He’s not happy so he gets turned into a garden gnome. Death’s name is Leonard.
I’m walking home from work, on the streets I’m really trying to keep my social distance. Two little girls approach me, start to chat, they want to know how old am I? Where do I work? I try to send them back, tell them they’re not allowed to get this close to people. Their dad, who’s walking a few feet behind, apologizes. I tell him, look, your kids are nice, why don’t I give you my number and when all of this is over you guys can call me? He gives me his email address instead: I recognize the name, he’s one of my customers.
I arrive home and when I go up the stairs I see two teen girls laughing at me, I realize it’s because I’m not wearing any pants. I get inside my apartment and go straight to bed.
In the living room my family is watching a James Bond movie, it’s set during the Olympics and there’s a grand scene at the opening ceremony. Three of the characters sing on stage, the songs are beautiful and the lights are a spectacle, but I feel bad for the rest of the cast singing the chorus in the background, that always used to happen on Glee. Matthew McConaughey is there, he plays a character called “The King of Thieves”.
In the end James Bond dies and is put in an old coffin. I get up and my family tells me it’s too bad I missed the movie; they don’t know I listened to the whole thing from my bed.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 