Regular Day At Home

Posted on March 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I find a letter from an old penpal in the mail box, the envelope is filled with stickers and washi tape. I’m very happy for the free stuff, but also I won’t reply because she’s too clingy and if she hears from me she won’t leave me alone ever again. I climb the stairs back to the apartment and pound on the bathroom door, since my sister has been locked in for ages. Her pet tiger roars at me.

Then I watch a Batman episode on TV, but I’m also living it. People in my living room are eating cake made by a group of young women, Emma Watson is among them but she’s not the leader. The frosting was poisoned and people start falling down, not me because I didn’t eat any. Batman won’t save us because he’s exploring the oceans, his submarine looks like a giant black pencil. He hears about the poisoning and the episode ends.

Thieves

Posted on March 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m playing on a PlayStation 2, the smaller kind, just like the one I used to have twenty years ago. I’m playing The Sims and have downloaded a bunch of NSFW mods, like, truly filthy.*

The morning after I see my siblings chuckling and I realize they know. Somehow, they know about my shameful virtual pastimes. But how could they? They must have been stealing my PlayStation while I was outside!

I’m so angry I grab my sister by the throat and slam her to the floor, I want her to confess she used my videogames. She chuckles again, says the PlayStation was hers to begin with. I yell that I bought all the expansions!! I wasted so much money!!** The game is my God-given right!!!

Gran is here, all dressed up because one of my uncles died and they are all going to his funeral (jeez, I hope I actually extended his life instead!). I take the chance to hide the PlayStation parts around the house, hoping that my siblings won’t find it.

I go into my room and my sister is in her bed, pretending to sleep but fully dressed. I’m very suspicious. My bed is upside down, for some reason.

*I did that IRL too, guilty as charged.

** Again, true.

That Time My Dad Died

Posted on February 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m writing a school essay about that time my dad died. It happened on a rainy day, I was very small and it was so hard on me. Luckily, he got better and came back to me.

I go home and casually ask my mother if she remembers that time Dad died. She looks at me funny, says she’s surprised I still believe that old tale. This is how I learn that my biological father was a chubby Indian man, and when he died his best friend wrapped himself in fake bandages, to make me believe he was my dad who had survived a terrible accident.

I’m still not convinced, I can’t accept I have no biological link to half of my family. I ask about Dad’s scars*. Mom explains she gave birth when she was fifteen, to triplets no less, and that’s when he got the scars. I see a flashback: in it my mother is giving birth in a classroom, next to her there are my Indian bio dad and their best friend, AKA my current Dad. For some reason the whole scene looks like a Ghibli movie.

*My father (who is my biological father, I have no idea where this dream came from) burned himself shielding my mother from a pot of boiling oil, and has scars on his arm to this day. My mother was pregnant with me at the time.

Pirate Ships and Washing Bins

Posted on February 10, 2020February 10, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

My brother and I are watching a special DVD edition of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with two whole disks of extra content.

There is a deleted scene with Harry and Ron on a pirate ship. It’s a red and gold steamer with three black funnels, it’s smaller than a regular ship and it belongs to Captain Hook. Harry and Ron have been kidnapped along with other children, at twelve they are taller than the others so they try their best to look scared and innocent. I think it’s great to see them both so young again, it’s like going back in time.

More deleted scenes are shown, one is just a storyboard, one is really bad CGI, in one we see Harry from afar but it’s clearly a body double with glasses and gray hair. One scene is preserved only thanks to a couple of Indian voice actors in their booth, Hermione is too high-pitched but the boy playing Harry sounds remarkably like him. My sister catches us watching and says she’ll want to watch all the extras too when she comes back home.

I’m now at work, from my desk I can see inside my boss’ office because there is a closet missing, and apparently there never was a wall behind it. A customer is inside, I’m supposed to transfer her mobile data from her old umbrella to a new one. I ask my cousin for help and she tells me to use a standard cable.

Boss Lady walks out, demands to know why Saturday’s files weren’t archived. I promise her I archived everything I was given that evening and somebody must have hidden some files from me. Cousin G. gives me a new task, to wash our uniforms in a bin outside. I set to work in a sunny garden, and I wash with such gusto that I somehow end up drying the clothes as well. Boss Lady is even more impressed when I kill a mosquito that was walking on her neck.

I go back home and my sister is sitting on the living room floor. I’m really heartbroken because I was hoping she’d be gone forever.

I wake up and fall asleep again for a few minutes before my alarm rings. I dream about having to carry an old dying man to Hell. His wife is asleep in their room, unaware of what is happening. I take the man by the hand and we fly away, stars and building zooming behind us.

Once arrived to Hell, a demon cuts the old man’s penis off. He won’t need it anymore, the demon explains.

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