I have various dream, like it’s the first day of school (it’s September after all), I’m at the mall, I’m on a trip. Throughout each of them I eventually realize my new glasses are broken and I’m super happy about it.
Tag: malls
The French Actor
I dream that I’m at the mall with my dad, we just had a fight so now he’s trying to be nice to me, and very motivated to help me pick some bed sheets.
It’s dark and pouring rain outside. We see the police in the parking lot handing out speeding tickets, so we run back inside the mall, getting thoroughly wet in the process.
The stores inside are all in the process of closing. Dad sits at s cafe table, looking miserable. I see two girls pointing at him, whispering and laughing, I go right to confront them, they say,
Don’t you know ge was nominated for an Oscar?
I go back to him and now he’s not my dad at all, he’s a man with a round face, glasses and chestnut hair. I tell him the news, we try to Google his name (I can’t remember it exactly but it was a French name). There’s quite s lot about his acting career, but nothing about an Oscar nom. It was only a cruel joke, abd now the French man looks disappointed.
Let’s Throw In Some Crowd Anxiety So 2020 Can Stay On Brand
(Everyone in this dream is a Harry Potter character but nor really, maybe a knock-off.)
I’m at the mall and there’s a scientist demonstrating a toy house that can be transformed into a real tiny house, he will miniaturize people so they can live in the tiny house and save up on bills. I call my mom to show her this technological miracle, she’s much more interested in how hot the scientist is; I tell her he’s so young he could be her son. I decide to do some shopping but the mall is crowded and nobody is wearing a mask, I turn on my heels and run.
Supermarket, Stairs, Stairs, Stairs, Cyborg
I dream that I’m once again frustrated about all the supermarkets in my area being the same kind. I go inside one, eat a bun, feel guilty, confess and pay for it.
I go home and say hello to my sister that is coming down the stairs. Except that my sister is also inside, sitting on the couch. Who was that I saw on the stairs?
I go to the mall, there is a giant dead person set up like a statue, you can climb up some stairs to a pair of binoculars on the back of their head and see through their eyes.
Now my family is running down a set of stairs, my gran is on the lead; we’re escaping from a supervillain. We reach the basement and it’s not empty like we hoped, but elegantly furnished. Gran pushes open the door to a bedroom and an alarm blares.
The supervillain catches me. He’s a shape-shifting cyborg. A group of heroes flies in to fight him, they are about to finish him.
I wake up, thinking it’s very unfair I didn’t get to watch him die.
In Which I Just Wanna Go Home
I dream that I stop at a stationary store. As I’m buying two pens (a fine liner and a brush pen) the owner tells me the store is going out of business. I crumple on the floor crying. This was the last stationary store in town, I sob, what am I gonna do now?! The pens cost five bucks, I’m so upset I demand to only pay three.
Instead of going home I end up at the mall to blow out some steam. I decide to take a bus to go back, I don’t have a ticket but I can always pretend I forgot it. It’s too late when I realize the bus is going the wrong way. How am I going home now? We arrive at a small rocky alley, the driver makes us all get out of the bus, we dismantle the roof and carry it to the other side. Above our heads there are tall, narrow houses made of white rock. From a balcony, my late great-aunt E. waves at me. She looks like she always did, with her white hair in a tight bun. She asks how my parents are.
I dream that I’m taking my telemarketing job to the next level and selling door-to-door. I arrive at the house of an old man called Peter Minniti, he is apparently a great politician of yonder. His house is a small villa outside Florence, it’s late evening and he’s a bit upset about the intrusion, but his wife makes me tea. I try to sell him a phone subscription, he agrees to come by the store and asks for my number. I can’t seem to be able to type it in his phone and it’s getting late, so late, I’m sweating with anxiety. I eventually write it down on a piece of paper and leave in a hurry.
It’s so dark outside, I don’t know my way. I send my car forward on its own, then realize I was supposed to sent it north, and north is the opposite way! What can I do? Start walking and hope for the best? The old politician and his wife appear on their window and tell me they saw pictures of my nephew on Instagram, I don’t know what to say to that. A funeral procession passes by.
I walk and walk and walk and know I will never reach home, and then I realize I can just wake up and be home in a second.
Sorry Mom
I dream that Berlusconi, the Italian politician, has to stay at our place for a few days. He’s a small man with a jovial smile, trying his best to win us all. I’m extremely suspicious of him. He gives us a giant TV, it’s ultra HD but you can only watch two channels on it, the ones he deems “acceptable”. The house is small so he has to share a bed with my mom. I ask her how that’s going, she says he sleeps in the middle of the bed like he owns the place.
Then I dream that I’m home sick but I still get calls from customers forwarded. I talk for an hour to a woman trying to explain how to create a safe account for her daughter. Then I go to the hospital with my friends. We’re in a different city and can’t find the building, end up in a mall instead. I have to do a neurological test. I’m Ellen Page for some reason.
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