I dream that combing through Google Maps I find a new route for walking to the beach avoiding most traffic. I climb some stone stairs and peek into a house, it’s covered in acid green carpet. I stop at a hotel, the owner is trying to remember the name of a song, I say it to him and he’s so grateful he’s distracted, I sneak inside and go to sleep in one of the beds, fully clothed.
I finally get to the beach the next morning and I know it’s a dream because I’m actually still asleep at the hotel. Of course when I know there’s no consequences I decide to have sex with everyone, this time it’s the cast of Lucifer, men and women alike.
I wake up in my bed at home, or so I think, and recall the details of my dream, memorizing them. I go back to the beginning of the secret route and instead of stone steps I find a synagogue.
I dream that I don’t wanna go to school, I want to stay home and watch girls kiss on Lucifer. My dad is obviously pissed, I fake a cough and my sister jumps to my defense, says I obviously have Covid and it would be cruel to make me go.
We go to Venice instead. My sister and I are on a water bus and we miss our stop, I see my dad looking at us from the crowd, his disappointed face is a lion’s. We get off at the next stop, my sister is freaking out because we don’t know where we are, but I’m the Venice expert after all, I guess we’re near the train station. Still, I hope it’s all just a bad dream and I’ll wake up safely in my bed, instead of having to travel all the way back home. I jump up and down, trying to wake up with no avail. We go buy train tickets, the journey is gonna be several hours long and we won’t be back home until next morning. I groan and groan and wake up safely in my bed.
I dream about… a matrilineal society. Husbands are much shorter than wives. Ella from Lucifer keeps appearing everywhere in the dark, the light turns on when she says hello.
I dream that I’m a mighty (male) warrior, a barbarian, twice as tall as regular folks. I’m wearing the fur of a white wolf, and my weapon is a giant pterodactyl skull.
A recurring dream: I’m at school, usually high school, and still have to graduate. It’s been years and I’m stuck here, failing my finals every time and having to go back. Often I’m sitting in my old philosophy teacher’s class, but in my dreams he teaches something even more horrid, like math or biology. I’m always unprepared, always didn’t study, always have skipped classes and don’t know how to catch up. Today’s dream is no different, I’m sitting at my desk but I don’t even know where on the textbook we’re at, I’m hoping and praying that the teacher won’t ask me questions. Suddenly a thought occurs to me: I’m starting my new job soon!* How can I go to school if I’m supposed to be at work every morning? Does this mean…? Dare I hope? I run to my mom and ask her if I’m allowed to quit school, at long last.
Another dream: I’m sitting in a little Victorian living room, I am Jo March from Little Women. I’m entertaining guests with my sisters, there’s two gentlemen for now but we’re waiting for a friend of Meg’s to come by, we’re told she’s a very sweet young lady. She arrives just as Beth is sitting at the piano singing an Ave Maria with her beautiful soprano voice. I think to myself it’s pretty cinematic and we’re gonna make a great impression. The guest enters the room and Amy –as played by a young Kirsten Dust– does a little double take and exclaims, “And who are you supposed to be?!” It’s very funny and endearing.
We all go out to the yard where the gentlemen strike a conversation with Netflix’s Lucifer. The two are gushing about something awful, like slave trade. Lucifer punishes us all by shrinking down the whole party to half our size. Baffled, Amy picks up a red leaf from the ground, it’s bigger than her hand now.
Meg and I leave to find a cure, accompanied by our butler, who’s a posh Brit with a white mustache. We are so small the three of us look like children walking down the street. We reach my IRL neighborhood and sneak in the local kindergarten, the rooms inside are covered wall to wall and floor to ceiling with blue porcelain tiles. We leave from the window, and there’s a cackle of hyenas waiting for us outside! We grab our batons and flame throwers and get ready for the fight.
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