I dream that I’m walking home from the mall with my camera, taking pictures of dogs. A couple stops their car, they’re both middle aged and very handsome. They chat with me for a while, give me the local wifi password and some explosive, because their hobby is blowing things up, apparently? I see the husband picking up his dog’s poop, which I find very responsible too.
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Siblings Are Tricky
I dream that I’m walking home from the beach. I stop to take a picture of the mountains on the opposite side, the sun lighting them nicely, when an explosion covers the entire frame: they’re filming a movie and the director tells me to beat it, he’s very rude and unprofessional. Not knowing what to do, I go back to the beach. The sun is setting and I try to take another photo, once again a black cloud covers everything. This time it’s a baby twister running towards me as I’m just about to cross a wooden bridge. I do so gingerly.
I finally get home, where I find out my brother has bought himself a new camera. I’m really upset because every time I want something he buys it instead. I jump on him and start punching his face. Everybody is upset, Gran is crying. I say I don’t care because he hasn’t talked to me in 6 years. He’s bleeding and refusing to look at me.
Picture Anxiety
I dream that I overslept and missed work. In the afternoon I go see Boss Lady in her office, pleading for forgiveness. She shows me her address book, where she wrote “FIRED” in big underlined letters. I beg for a second chance, she gives me the book and instruct to copy all her contacts with a fountain pen. My handwriting is absolutely atrocious.
She gives me a second task, I am to go in town and take selfies for a store ad. I step in a clothing store, thinking I should look a little more fashionable, but girly clothes make me uncomfortable. I also consider dying my hair salmon pink, but I feel too ugly even for that.
I decide I’ll just take the picture, even though it’s cloudy and I’m wearing boring gray clothes. I’ll sit in front of a marble wall and look up, smiling. I ask a man to take the picture, and he’s apparently a “pro” because he wants me to look more dynamic to “sell the product”. He instructs me to jump, shoots on his vintage camera and the flash explodes, sending an electrical current down the street.
The Spectacular Flying Baby
I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m mad at my family for forgetting lunch, it’s already 4 P.M. I end up having a panic attack, they laugh in my face.
I’m on my own now, scrolling down Twitter. I find the video of a baby sitting in a pram that lost control and is plummeting towards a house on fire. The baby flies out and we see a close up of his rubbery face bouncing against the wall, then the video cuts to an explosion. The whole thing is obviously fake, a giant Warner Bros logo blinks in the sky behind the house.
I watch the video over and over until it becomes real and the baby appears in the air in front of me. His body is shaped like a star and he has four heads, white as milk.
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