and I got something about trying shoes on; and something making friends with a dog that looked scary at first.
Tag: dogs
I’ll Watch That
Here’s what I wrote in my notes this morning: ‘THE ISLAND’ BUT THE CLONES ARE DOGS.
Something Like This Might Have Actually Happened In High School.
I dream that I’m on a school trip, sharing a hotel room with a bunch of girls. We’re all in the same giant bed and I just want to sleep but the girls are chatting and giggling and listening to music, it’s driving me crazy and I finally snap. Everyone is mad at me because I’m so weird and no fun. The morning after the girls are mysteriously well rested while I’m a wreck.
Then I dream that I’m in Noelle Stevenson’s house watching a Pinocchio movie, it’s dark and entertaining but when Noelle arrives with some friends I stop watching because I don’t want to be a bore. He’s annoyed at me anyway and that’s fair, after all I’m so slow and irritating. We’re all about to go out and party but I’m not dressed yet, and then I have to run back because I forgot the puppy he gave me. There’s a lot of puppies in the house though, all white with black and brown spots. I grab one hoping it’s mine.
Nope, Put Those Back
I dream that an old lady, possibly a witch, shows up with a small basket of puppies and kittens. They are all extremely tiny and still, they look like beanie babies. The woman explains it will take just a little water to rehydrate them and wake them up.
I pick two puppies at random, but they are missing some limbs and my dad sends them back. He wants a german shepherd, the old lady picks one from the bottom of the basket, but he’s too long and lanky and I don’t like him. Eventually we settle on a white, hairy little pup.
Now that we’re done picking, the old lady adds salad to the basket and is about to eat the rest of them for dinner. I think it’s a bit of a waste and rummage between the leaves until I find the head of a white cat, just the head. And again, it looks like a stuffed teddy so it’s not scary. I’m worried that the cat won’t survive with its head only, but the woman assures me it’s gonna be fine.
I add water, and the cat starts blinking.
(I also dream about microchips in the vaccine that project advertisement in our heads in the middle of the night, and also Henry Cavill as Superman with a hideous white wig.)
Two Snippets
A golden retriever falling off my window, but he’s fine. A humble hero who switches gender.
Puppeh
I dream that we find a golden retriever puppy lost on the street and bring him home. We call him Miss February even though he’s a boy. He’s got a big smile and is super soft, we know we can’t keep him because he’s gonna become huge and our apartment is too small, I should call the vet and leave him with them, I’m procrastinating it though.
I wake up in my childhood room, the puppy has crawled under my covers and fallen asleep. It’s the last week of school and I don’t care about being late at all. I’ll skip my finals even, don’t they know I already got my degree? My old high school literature teacher is writing a long math formula on the blackboard, I find solving it as easy as eating a bowl of rice. During recess I tell my classmates all about my puppy.
Getting Lost In My Own City Is Perfectly On Brand
I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.
Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!
Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.
In Which I’m Clueless
I dream that my sister has come back home and I can’t even remember if I’m supposed to be mad at her or not. Did we have a huge fight in this dream world too? Who knows. I just want to sleep and there are so many people that won’t leave me alone.
So I take my cat to an animal sanctuary. There are dogs and cats and even little pigs swimming in big water buckets. I’m taking a ton of delightful pictures when I notice they’re all blind. Is this a place for blind animals? Is my cat blind too? Again, who knows.
He’s Always My Kid Neighbor Even Though He’s A Lawyer With A Beard Now
I dream that I’m with my whole family watching a Christmas movie that is inexplicably my mom’s favorite soap opera, set in the summer. My neighbor is there, he points on the screen at a super weird extra wearing a hairy costume, kinda like Bigfoot, and walking on a leash an equally hairy dog.
It’s such a striking look I have to go to my room, take a screencap and print it out. The result is not a sheet of paper but a lifelike little action figure. Looking at it closely I realize it’s not a Sasquatch after all but a Chewbacca costume. I go show my neighbor this new development: he’s also a dog now, he’s in the bathroom drinking from the tap and it stares at the toy, sweet and brainless.
I take it to my siblings instead, my brother strips out the Chewie fur and a Harley Quinn figure is revealed. That also seems weird, so he removes the head and there’s a smaller He-Man head underneath. He breaks the toy in half and there’s a rocky, crumbly material inside. Grandma wants to use it as a pumice stone, but I stop here: it could be toxic.
I Wrote This Just After Waking Up & Now I Don’t Remember Any Of It
Hazy, confusing dreams. A man and a boy sneaking into a wedding party, having their portrait taken with a dog. Kristen Bell lost in a foggy marsh, doesn’t want to turn into a green monster. My dad asking if it’s all a dream, I assure him it’s not. Sweeping my bedroom’s floor. Danny De Vito dressed like a toy cop, climbing down a long ladder.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 