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A Dream Of A Dream Of A Beautiful MILF

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m watching a movie with my parents, it has lesbians and it’s a bit too graphic, I’m embarrassed and I pretend to be so bored that I fall asleep. I can always finish streaming it on my own later.

Now “asleep”, I dream in my dream that I’m a beautiful older actress on set, I’m filming a scene where I have to go down a magnificent marble staircase, but I keep forgetting my lines.

I wake up from the dream in the dream, I’m at a theater with my cousin and another girl, we are watching the same lesbian movie from before. But it’s too long and we sneak out after the first three hours: we tell each other that we can always stream it.

As we walk home I explain them my dream about being an actress, and they are incredulous: they both had the same dream, isn’t that amazing!? Surely a great scientific discovery.

We reach the very same movie set and sneak in a private dressing room. It belongs to Cate Blanchett, and a minute later she walks in with her child. We make up an excuse, say that we just wanted to leave a ring for the little girl; indeed I have a tiny ring with a pearl in my pocket. Cate Blanchett smiles sadly and reveals that she’s being bullied.

The little girl is now asleep in a castle made of ice. We want to rescue her, we search in every room and come across one that is filled with beautifully crafted wooden cribs. You see, the Ice Queen had so many children, but they all died.

An old custodian walks to us. The little girl tells her that she’s a long-lost princess, and we tell her we are wizards. And then my alarm rings and I wake up from the dream for real.

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Landlords Are Generally Evil

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I’m looked in the bathroom and I have a toddler and a baby with me, they’re brothers. The older one is two and his name is William, he has pooped on his brother’s face and his diaper has flown out the window, so I’m scrambling to get them both cleaned. I end up having to call my mother for help, she’s very surprised at how I seem to have acquired two children. We carry them to my bedroom and there are two birds trapped inside, flapping around madly, a pigeon and a seagull.

I need a bottle of frozen water, there is a vending machine on the street outside my house but it isn’t working. I go look for a freezer in my basement but I get lost, my cat is with me and we run when we see the landlord is chasing us. I hide in an apartment that looks like it’s been the set of a psychological thriller. Then I finally reach home and run inside my room, I put headphones on and hit play on a discman just as the landlord walks in. I’m now a teen boy with curly hair, the landlord takes me under his wing and becomes the father figure I never had.

There’s a tweet trending, it’s an old Russian farmer complaining about her land owner. She films a video where the land owner is seen on a tractor destroying her fields and cackling like a villain. I’m very confused because the video is stop motion and obviously fake, but nobody else on Twitter seems to notice.

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An Unlucky Trip

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There’s a young woman walking on a frozen river. She is holding a wrapped box, inside there is a chocolate heart. A group of guys have ruined the heart, walked over it and left a big footprint. Now they’re sitting in their car, which is also on the frozen river, and mocking her.

The woman smiles at them, open the box and eats a piece of the chocolate heart with the footprint on it. She offers them a bite too, and there’s an evil glint in her eyes. They look scared now.

A customer at the store has refused to pay me 15 bucks. I go to her house, sit in her living room, drink a tea with her and explain that she’s stealing those money from my paycheck. She’s very sorry about it, she doesn’t have any money but offers me a tube of toothpaste and a big honey jar instead. Later that night, my boss sees the honey on her desk and is very impressed: it’s apparently super expensive.

I’m at home but it’s not my IRL home, the tiles in the bathroom are dark and the toilet is bright yellow, with a big splash of water coming from the side and landing gracefully inside the hole.

I leave for work, drive for a bit but then remember I don’t have a license and switch to a bicycle. Once arrived, my cousin invites me to come along for a trip with her friends. I accept, but not very enthusiastically.

We visit a city in Tuscany where it’s pouring rain, I have a big umbrella with me but it’s broken. We go to the train station in the evening, but we’ve already ran out of money and all the trains have been cancelled. We have to wait for someone to collect us, and eventually end up in front of a police captain: she’s sitting behind her desk sipping a glass of red wine, has Jessica Fletcher hair and a really rude attitude.

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One of the girls in the group asks me if I slept at all, because we (platonically) shared a bed and she says I elbowed her all night. I say I definitely slept, and to prove it I tell her what I dreamed about:

Rebel Wilson gave me some toothpaste and a jar of honey.

I decide to go back home, because I don’t want to miss any more work. And just like that I’m sitting on my parents’ living room floor; they haven’t noticed me yet.

My uncle D. rings the doorbell, I open the door and see him in the hallway, standing next to a short man with glasses. He’s our trip organizer, I’m furious with him because we finished all the money on our first day! He promises his math was sound, takes out a beautiful artbook and start scribbling numbers on the illustrated pages with two brush pens, one black and one white, but he’s pressing too hard and ruining the nips. I get even angrier because he’s spending money on expensive stationary without even knowing how to use it.

My alarm rings as I’m still yelling at him.

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