I dream that I’m staying at Gran’s with my brother and cousin (who is vampire but that has nothing to do with the story). Gran goes for a walk and I want to go with her but I’m still in my pajamas. When I’m dressed up I instinctively board a train. I don’t have a ticket and I’m afraid I’ll be found out so I get off at the next station just a few minutes later. I find Gran at the station, I can’t believe she walked this far; she’s trying to board with a fake ticket so I drag her away. We go through a little market, I notice no one’s wearing a mask: they all think they are safe. My cousin is crossing the street nearby without looking where she’s going, a car runs her over, she’s so upset she throws herself at their window just to scare them. She’s immortal after all. I try to book a train ticket for my brother and I to go back home. I can’t seem to be able to type anymore.
Tag: market
Performance Anxiety
I dream that I’m at work and I’m told I’ll have to take a quiz on Monday to proven how much I’ve learned and my worth as an employee. I legit think, “This is gonna give me nightmares”.
I go back home in a bad mood. It’s raining, as usual, and yet there’s a farmer market along the street. I can’t find my building’s entrance (“Just like in my nightmares”, I think), I can’t see her but my mother is mocking me from the balcony, calling me stupid.
This is a “My Alarm is About to Go Off” Dream
I’m late for school. Did I even go to school at all this past week?! I can’t remember, but I have the awful feeling the answer is no.
I’m running through town, it’s April but I’m wearing a t-shirt that says “Happy Summer!”, decorated with lemons. The sky is heavy and gray, like it’s about to rain. There’s a market in town, I think it’s odd because it’s not a Tuesday. Even though I’m late, I stop at a stand that sells notebooks to take a look; they are all a bit wrinkled, like they’ve been rained upon.
I suddenly realize I’m an adult and not in school anymore, I need to go to the vet clinic instead!* I can’t remember when my shift starts though, I rush back home and ask my dad. He doesn’t remember either. I missed work for the past two days, I can’t miss today too! Maybe if I told them I was at school instead. It’s an easy mistake to make, I’m sure they’ll understand.
No, I realize with even more panic, I don’t work at the clinic anymore, I need to go to the phone store instead!! But I don’t know the way, and it’s so late, and I don’t even have my coworker’s number.
And I wake up, just in time for work.
*My old job.
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