Tag: IKEA

And Again And Again

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s the last day of school. There’s a young substitute teacher, I’m chuckling with my friends and he throws me out the classroom. Then he follows me along the hallway, trying to decide what my punishment should be. He said I will have to cook something, I lie and say I cook too much at home already. Now we’re inside an Ikea and he’s still following me, a security guard even asks me if I need help. I find my favorite blanket in a trash can.

It’s the last day of school again, I’m driving to class with my cousin, I tell her I’m gonna go work for our rival company and she says, do what you gotta do. The classroom is enormous and nearly no seats are empty, I finally find one right in front of the teacher. A girl offers me chocolate coffee, I refuse politely and immediately regret it. I notice everybody has Nintendo 3DS: why? Did I miss something? The teacher is a young woman with a blonde ponytail, I feel some obvious lesbian vibes. She starts talking and my alarm rings.

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College Days, Homesickness and… Violent Deaths?

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I dream that I’m in college, which is quite rare, it’s usually− almost exclusively really− high school. My mom and siblings are staying with me for a few days, they will need to go soon and I’m feeling heartbroken: I have no idea when I’ll be able to see them again.

Mom offers to drive everyone to Ikea to make me happy. A couple kids from college pile in the car with us, they aren’t much older than children. They sit on each other’s lap in the front seat. Mom is a rather bad driver, she goes really slow and hits every bump on the road (she actually can’t drive IRL).

At Ikea we are greeted by a girl with a big smile. She points to a pair of mummified legs hanging from the front door, explains that they belonged to a coworker, a girl who died on the job. I look away.

Instead I ask the two college children when is the academic year supposed to end; they say winter. It’s only June, it’ll be ages until I can go back home, I realize with a pang of despair.

There is an old book in my bag, white cover. My old high school crush gave it to me and I must have borrowed it to the library at some point, but now it’s back with me. The first pages are a journal recording my college years, the handwriting is beautiful and there are sketches of friends I’m sure I made up. Then there are a few colorful comic panels. One is the story of a geeky red haired boy and his fat emo girlfriend.

I’ve started journaling again on the last pages, and I’m panicking because I’m quickly running out of space.

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Trip to IKEA!

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my Gran lives in a pretty little town. I go visit her. There is an IKEA nearby and a bus that can take us directly there so we plan our trip, but as we go I realize I forgot my purse and face mask, I have to run back to the house.

I collect my things and go back again. The town is beautiful, there are churches and a big white monument, I wish I could take pictures but the phone in my pocket is my old 2000s Nokia. I find Gran sitting at the bus stop chatting with some ladies. They send me to a nearby pizza takeout to buy our bus tickets, the owners speak German for some reason (maybe I am in Germany??) but they understand my English. They want to be paid in Marks, I’m confused because I only have Euros with me.

(I should add that while all this happened I was somewhat aware I was dreaming, I kept waking up and stubbornly going back to sleep because I really wanted to go to IKEA. I couldn’t tell you if it was a dream in a dream situation or I was legit waking up for a second or two.)

We finally reach IKEA and it’s nothing like the real thing, more like a bazar. There’s only one type of item I’m looking forward to: stationary! I spend ten minutes agonizing over washi tapes, much to the other costumers’ annoyance. I finally select one with fish illustrations. I’m moving on to stickers, when a woman stops me and ask for help picking a fountain pen. I’m wearing a red polo shirt and she must have mistaken me for an employee, she’s so disappointed when I tell her I’m not she violently wakes me up.

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