I Stand By My Ew

Posted on January 23, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that there’s a black cat flirting with my sister: he might be a cat, but he’s also a man. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him outside. The window is open and my calendar (Murder, She Wrote themed if I remember correctly) flies out, landing on the grass of the park outside. I order my sister to keep an eye on it (“don’t lose sight of it even for a moment!”) and run out. The park is full of children picking up garbage for a school project. The calendar is nowhere to be seen. I grab the fence with both hands and beg them to look through their garbage sacks.

Then I dream that I’m banned from a wallpaper site after commenting “ew” under a Kylo Ren picture.

I’m A Guardian, I’m A Gardener, I’m Not A Cook

Posted on August 5, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I am the guardian of a magic stone portal. It was built by Leonardo Da Vinci and connects different places in the world. I have to stop the tour headed to Rome because there are magic bubbles blowing in the portal and it’s dangerous to cross.

I dream that there is a tree growing under my neighbor’s balcony, one night I go to touch it. The leaves are soft and colorful. I clean all the plastic and garbage on the ground below it.

I dream about having a cooking contest before Easter lunch. Two people in my family are competing as I wait on the couch with my stomach rumbling. The ingredients must come from one specific little town.

If Bo Beep Was A Holiday Sheep

Posted on July 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about two very old ladies looking for a garbage can. They look all around the neighborhood, even inside the kindergarten, but can’t find any. I tell them,

Go to the pharmacy: there’s a woman there dressed like a lamb holding a shepard peppermint stick. She is the garbage lady.

Good and Not So Good Encounters

Posted on March 7, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I bump into a car in the parking lot, the driver is one of my most unpleasant neighbors. She yells at me, threatens to sue me. I notice her car is full of plastic bags, they are in the front and back seats. The bags are see-through and they’re clearly full of garbage: now I also get mad and accuse her of never recycling.

I get inside my building, and it’s a maze again. I try to find the right door, but end up in a pediatric clinic. The doctor inside is THE Doctor, Jodie Whittaker herself wearing a white robe. She and the nurses start searching for my home, or possibly for the new season of the show.

Murderers on a Boat

Posted on January 19, 2020January 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

My cousin and I are on the run because we killed someone in Venice, and I can still feel the blood spraying from his throat. We desperately need to rest and get rid of evidence, so we choose a random, empty-looking house, we shower and change and are about to leave when a woman appears on the door. She’s around sixty, has short hair and glasses, looks like Phyllis Smith. We’re petrified for a moment, thinking we got caught, but luckily the woman is short sighted and mistakes us for her own nieces! She sees we showered and that we are carrying black garbage bags (to get rid of evidence!) and, bless her soul, just assumes we must have had our periods. She tells us to not worry because “it’s perfectly normal” and that we can use her house whenever we need. “See,” says my cousin as we leave. “Peace of cake.”

My siblings are now tagging along because they’re also murderers. We have found the perfect hiding spot: we’re sailing along the good guys’ ship, so massive they’ll never notice the small boat hiding literally under their noses. Or at least, we think we’re safe, but a government agent storms into the boat and easily defeats all of us! We think we are doomed, but to our surprise he offers us to become state-sanctioned assassins. We quickly take the offer.

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