I Keep Dreaming About Beating Up People For Some Reason

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m once again back to school. I want to sit in the back of the classroom, next to the window, so I can doodle without the teacher noticing, but I end up sandwiched between two kids instead.

I find a yellow envelope on my desk, inside there’s a love letter from that boy I used to like. Everybody is laughing and teasing me, I pretend I don’t care about the letter and throw it out the window. Then, for good measure, beat up the kid who laughed the hardest.

The teacher walks in, notices the boy with the face all bruised and asks who did it. I raise my hand, ready to face my punishment, but all the other kids raise theirs too. We got each other’s back, they’re gonna protect me, I realize with a rush.

The teacher calls me to his desk, it’s an oral interrogation. As usual I didn’t study and didn’t even bring the textbook in my backpack, I look at him sarcastically and say,

What did you expect? Did you ever see me in this class before?

The teacher is mad now, he calls a man to drag me out of the room. It’s a shining gold man with winged feet, obviously a deity. He grabs me but I throw him to the floor like he weighs nothing. “Who are you?!” the teacher asks, incredulous.

I am the daughter of Zeus,

I say, and indeed now I look like a tall, beefy, blonde girl.

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.

Lonely

Posted on February 11, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m once again with Boss Lady and my cousin G. It’s a sunny day, we are in a garden and I’m presented with a square wooden drawer with a bunch of holes on each side. My job is to insert a socket wrench in every hole and rotate the wooden panels until a certain font is selected.

There are high school kids playing volleyball nearby. My cousin wants to join them, I remind her she’s an adult now and can’t compete with them. The kids are mocking me, I become very upset.

Back home my sister also teases me about the giant tree house I built, with a big green vine to make climbing easier. I’m still so upset I yell at her, and then yell at her boyfriend. I tell him he’s an asshole, he can see how my sister is treating me, how she’s treating her whole family and he never says anything to her.

Back in my room, alone, I start crying. I whisper to myself that I only yelled because I’m so lonely.

Vaguely Star Wars

Posted on January 26, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I don’t remember much, but I’m on some green planet fighting Darth Vader. I cut his limbs with my lightsaber, and somehow this splits him into two separate people: the all-evil Vader and our own Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin, now free from evil, walks into a cave and removes his black mask. There is a man there, an old and stern cyborg with mechanical red eyes that move independently. He warns Anakin that he’s gonna die without his mask, but it’s too late. Anakin wears a pair of sunglasses over his burned and blistered face and goes out to see the world.

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