I dream that I’m working at the vet again, they bring us two dogs. One is a big, sweet yellow lab, the other is a Basset Hound. To help him relax I’m supposed to put earbuds in his big ears and have him listen to his favorite song.
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Living The Dream
All I remember is that there are a lot of animals. Old stinky cats. A tiny tiger. A tray full of sleeping puppies. I take a picture of that one.
This Shit Again
I dream that my old friend S. sends me a video message, it’s got a weird filter that makes her look like a cartoon dog riding a bike and pulling a cart full of puppies. Very fitting, I think, seeing how many children she has in real life. In the message she asks for my school notes. I have to tell her I decided to quit school and that I have a job now! (HOW MANY FRIGGIN TIMES do I have to feel guilty in my dreams about quitting high school? Seeing as I NEVER QUIT HIGH SCHOOL IRL!)
Then I dream about Kevin McCallister running from the police on a flying hoverboard.
Unexpected Jobs, MILFs and Metamorphoses.
I dream about going to see a doctor. I go inside his office and there before me, wearing a white coat, is my coworker, S. I’m really surprised, how can he possibly have time to practice? He’s at the store every day! Says he,
I use my lunch break.
He’s somewhat dismissive of my symptoms and it gets me somewhat mad.
I go home and find out a neighbor wants to sue my family for very petty reasons. I invite her over so she can see we’re not so bad after all. She’s in her forties and too uptight to be beautiful, but I still think she’s hot.
The next morning I need to get to school and I’m late, but I’m also suspecting I’m dreaming, that must mean I’m actually early, right? I walk in town with no rush and I waste some time riding a roller coaster at a local festival. Yes, it must be a dream because I’m not even scared.
I walk for a bit in the snow, and it’s really time to wake up and go to school for real, I think. I slap my face, hoping it will do the trick. Then I throw myself down a cliff. Nothing. I yell for my dad, hoping he can help me. I hear a loud whistle in the gray, snowy sky. That sounds more real than the rest of my current reality, so I follow it.
I wake up as a little white and brown dog. I go explore the city again.
Yes I’ve Been Watching Hamilton
There is a white Bull Terrier living in my building, and I dream that the owner asks me to walk her around the parking lot. I’m excited because I love that dog, I take a lot of pictures as a butterfly lands on her big noggin. More neighbors arrive with their dogs, we get into an argument, I’m filming the man yelling at me so twitter can doxx him.
Then I dream that I’m home with my cousin, she’s upset because she realized everyone hates her. It’s because she’s such a bully, I tell her. Boss Lady is there too, scowling at my mother’s very bitter coffee. There’s also a previously unseen Boss Man, he’s quizzing me on American Founding Fathers. He gives me a book about Aaron Burr.
This Can Only Mean I Want Cuddles
(I’m trying so hard to remember because it’s all fuzzy today.) I got two puppies. I want to carry them to a sunny spot in the hallway to take better pictures of them. My cat has one of the puppies and she’s rocking it like it’s a human child.
Then… I’m in a park? A school trip maybe. There is a giant Ferris wheel and I set it on fire with my magic powers. Everyone is impressed.
Not All Dogs Go To Heaven
I’m watching a TV show, a comedy I think, the main character is played by Steve Carell. He needs to find a certain dog, for very important reasons I assume, but the dog has died and gone to hell.
Steve Carell and his friends travel to hell, which looks like an old church turned into dog pound, perched on the side of a mountain cliff. Steve is sad, but he promises he’s gonna be okay as long as he sees no dogs suffering. The (rather normal looking) demon lady who guards hell says she can work with that, and has the group wait outside for a few minutes.
The group walks through some long corridors. They see an ugly man asleep on a pillow, his face red and wrinkly: the demon lady explains he’s actually a pug they transfigured to not upset Steve Carell. He has walked ahead and they hear his panicked voice yelling,
Guys, I’ve already seen three dogs!!
They reach a room bathed in beautiful sunlight, inside there’s a Golden Retriever with a kind face; he sings a mournful song about having nibbled and peed where he shouldn’t have, like a real naughty boy. Steve Carell is crying, and the dog hugs him. I notice the animal is looking to the side, no doubt to his handler with a treat ready for him. What a good actor, I say to myself, and what a good boy!
Dreary Neverland
(I forgot to post my notes yesterday but here’s April 25th entry)
I’m watching Steven Universe, now it’s a Disney Peter Pan sequel, it has beautiful songs. Peter has a new origin story, he was a Greek child who drowned thousands of years ago, and the Powers that Be want to drown every lost boy on the island to make them go home.
The oldest boy, who’s a world-hardened rebel, locks himself up in a shed. Emma Pillsbury is also there, she tries to talk him out if it, but he grabs a rusty saw and cuts off his fingers, one by one. Then his whole hand, then the other. I have to look away. Ms. Pillsbury grabs Fairy Grandmother’s wand and magics the two of them out.
The boy without hands learns that he’s been on Neverland for centuries and his family is gone by now. He is transported back to London, to a dreary little funeral in a dark day. Only a little girl notices him standing between the tombstones. He can see all the ghosts and cuddles with them.
I’m on the balcony and I notice my cat inside another building. I call her and she jumps out of a window, bounces on the ground like a rubber ball and with a supernatural jump lands in my arms.
I run to my mother to tell her, she’s not impressed. We go out, I walk in the middle of the road because I’m afraid of dogs barking from behind their gates. We reach a street market that only sells food because everything else is forbidden during lockdown, I see an old lady that from behind looks exactly like my late Grandma G.: I touch her shoulder, she turns around and she has a big nose and pointy yellow teeth.
Walk and Show and a lil Panic
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.
Something Something Trip
(Very light sleep, kept waking up and panicking about the pandemic. Now trying to make sense of confusing images.)
I’m going on a trip despite everything. A school trip, maybe? At night we are shown an old Disney movie with Hailey Mills, one I’ve never seen before. We’re travelling on a small dog sled. Someone in the group cheats on his wife (Travis, was that you? I HOPE NOT!). I go back home and stay awake all night writing about it.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 