An Eventful Day I Guess

Posted on May 2, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m at school, it’s a three hour class and everybody else is tired and bored, but I’m very excited because the teacher started writing in Japanese on the blackboard and I want to show off the little Japanese I know. Finally it’s time for a break, but before recess all the girls have to go through an ob-gyn visit. When it’s my turn I tell the doctor I have my period, he says “You’re excused [dramatic pause] this time.”

I go to my cousin’s house, bringing a stray mama cat with two kittens I found. Brie Larson is there because she goes to my school, I think this is an important fact that I’ll need to write on this very dream blog, even though people could just google where Brie Larson goes to school and find out where I’m from. Later I go back to collect the kittens, I kinda don’t want to separate them from their mama but she died in the meantime, so everything turned out okay.

I go to the supermarket with my cousin. I’m wearing only flip flops on socks and it starts raining outside, so I sit in a corner and start putting on my shoes. Some old ladies start teasing my cousin because her mom died. I tell them to fuck off. My cousin thanks me.

So I Guess This One Is Set in 2002

Posted on August 21, 2020August 21, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m at an early screening of The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers, but like, in a parallel universe where it’s a bad movie. Afterwards I volunteer for a survey, I hope I’ll get to talk about the movie but instead I’m given an hour to complete a Japanese test, paint a picture and then make soup. I can’t finish in time but I still beg the judge to let me take part in the survey. He’s an old mustached professor and part-time drag queen.

False Nostalgia

Posted on June 9, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m watching a movie sequel based on an old TV series, something Canadian, Green Gables-like. The actors are older now, adults, the main character has strawberry blonde hair. I go to youtube and listen to the old opening song of the TV series, it makes me so emotional I cry. The lyrics are in Japanese for some reason.

Then I dream to go to the 30th birthday party of an old schoolmate. Her house is on top of a hill, I climb there and she’s older but still beautiful. Why didn’t I ever date her? I wonder. She puts some disgusting food in my mouth and I remember: oh, that’s why. I wash and wash my mouth but the horrible flavor won’t go away.

Walk and Show and a lil Panic

Posted on April 2, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

There is a toddler −maybe my little sister?− that keeps jumping in my arms from great heights, first from a tree, then from the stairs of a big marble statue. It’s so dangerous and I’m afraid I’m not gonna catch her next time.

My cousin and I are going to see a StarKid show in town, and it’s already my second time because I love it so much, even though I feel incredibly guilty about the crowd gathering in the theater. Not many people are paying attention though, I’m literally the only one cheering and clapping at the stage. A girl is listening to music too loudly and I can’t remember how to say to lower the volume in Japanese; eventually my cousin drags her away and I go sit in the first row. At the end of the show Lauren Lopez comes down the stage and kisses me on the cheek, “Thank you, Lauren” I say, breathless.

I tell my cousin I don’t need a ride home and I’ll just walk, but of course I get lost. I meet an old schoolmate, S., and ask her the way. She points to a tiny alley going down two rows of old stone houses, and I immediately know there are gonna be dogs behind the gates: since I’m terrified of dogs barking at me up close, I go looking for another way. I end up looking at a river banks, the stone buildings and the people playing on the sand are bathed in afternoon sunlight. Again, I feel bad about the crowd, but it’s all so beautiful I decide to take a picture and brag about it on social media.

I look in my pocket and I find a slim white watch. It’s not mine. In the other pocket there is a phone, old and broken and again, not mine. I run back hoping I just forgot my actual phone at the theater, but I’m panicking so badly that I wake up.

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