She Was Using The Balloon Like A Pastry Bag

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my old schoolmate L. and her little brother are looking for an apartment to rent. I say there’s one available in my building, next door to mine. The boy asks what’s the building like, I say it’s wonderful, and complicated like a maze, and it has bars and stores, and a woman baking cakes and decorating them with a pink balloon.

The building is like a giant hotel on top of a mountain. We step on the mat at the base of the mountain and are teleported into the main hall. It takes me a while to find my bearings and the right staircase to the third floor. Unfortunately the apartment is already occupied and there’s a warming party underway. My own apartment also seem to be missing, I’m confused for a while before remembering we were moved to an apartment that looks exactly the same in our twin building (it def. happened in a previous dream) while the main one was flew on top of a mountain by a squad of helicopters and turned into a hotel/casino.

Bi Bi Bi

Posted on October 22, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my new keyboard is broken and key are missing. While out buying a new one I meet two young men, not even twenty, and give them comic book recommendations. They carry my bags home, we get inside my building: it has stores and bars and I can’t find my way in. This is my usual signal indicating that I’m dreaming, since I now know there are no consequences I have sex with the hottest of the two guys.

I go back out, still wanting to buy a keyboard at the computer store. The building hasn’t changed and that means I’m still dreaming. I know what to do, I prowl the streets finding someone to have sex with, and this time I pick a blonde older woman in a red dress.

A Maze So Recurring By Now I Know Exactly How To Get Out

Posted on August 29, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that the store I work at is now a hospital. Today new recruits, junior doctors and nurses, are arriving, I meet one of them and offer to show her around. She’s a young woman with her son, I show the boy the giant slides on the roof of the hospital, doesn’t he want to play? He says he’d rather stick with his mom.

The hospital is once again a giant maze. After running in circles for a bit I decide to use a secret ladder. It’s a trick I always use in my dreams, I explain to the woman and the boy, maybe it’ll work now even though this totally isn’t a dream, absolutely not, we’re all wide awake.

Finally we reach a classroom, we’re super late so I end up sitting in a student’s desk instead of the teacher’s desk with the other senior employees. My cousin wants to know why I haven’t sent my notes to the other students yet. I rush home and start googling them because of course I misplaced mine. They all seem to be about philosophy and religion. My coworker S. calls me frantically because I’m still not back to the store and he needs help. Meanwhile all the other students are trying to solve a murder.

Performance Anxiety

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

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.

Images

Posted on April 28, 2020April 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

The building is a maze again, this time I know what to expect. I have sex with Lady Gaga. I ask my cousin to drive me to the mall, the black one that doesn’t exist. We fly on brooms, and we have to remember that space and distance are made up. Two Asian children playing golf.

Odd Tricks

Posted on March 12, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m back at school. The teacher is a woman, she looks a bit like a jerk; she asks how everyone’s internships are going, I raise my hand and explain that all internships are on hold until April 4th because of Coronavirus*. The teacher says don’t worry, she’ll find an activity we can all do together in the afternoons. I’m appalled because I was really looking forward to some rest and free time.

All the kids take a service elevator to the basement, it’s just four metal bars connecting a platform to a thin roof and it looks very unsafe. I take the stairs instead. I reach my class and we all sit in front of a clown, who starts entertaining us blowing swirls of smoke inside giant soap bubbles.

*(Photo by Alexandru-Bogdan Ghita on Unsplash*)

The blond kid sitting next to me starts punching my arm. He must be the school bully, but he grows to respect me once he realizes my arms are so strong after working at the store. The clown scolds us for talking instead of paying attention, then he says with a scorned tone that there’s someone in the room who doesn’t believe in his magic. I think he’s talking about me, but instead he points at Sabrina Spellman, who’s sitting behind me. The clown invites her to try his tricks, she blows a giant soap bubble and the smoke inside it is shaped like perfect little skulls.

When it’s my turn, I simply say I don’t smoke and up and go back home. I meet an old woman at the gate, she asks me if I’m new in the building, I say I’ve been living here my entire life. Then she asks if I have any kids, and for who knows what reason I choose to lie and say yes. She asks what their names are, I answer with my and my brother’s names. She says they sound familiar.

I step inside the building and the doors are all wrong. I walked into a maze again and by now I know it’s because I must be dreaming. I’m not gonna find my way home unless I wake up, but how am I gonna do that? I have with me a package just delivered to my brother, I start reading out loud the list of items inside the box, and just like that I wake up in my bed (not really, I’m still asleep, but in the dream I’m convinced I woke up). I decide I must have sleep-walked from the school to my room, and that’s a great trick to have up my sleeve.

*That’s unfortunately true IRL

Good and Not So Good Encounters

Posted on March 7, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I bump into a car in the parking lot, the driver is one of my most unpleasant neighbors. She yells at me, threatens to sue me. I notice her car is full of plastic bags, they are in the front and back seats. The bags are see-through and they’re clearly full of garbage: now I also get mad and accuse her of never recycling.

I get inside my building, and it’s a maze again. I try to find the right door, but end up in a pediatric clinic. The doctor inside is THE Doctor, Jodie Whittaker herself wearing a white robe. She and the nurses start searching for my home, or possibly for the new season of the show.

Unsettling Grandmother

Posted on February 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m with my cousin in the building’s parking lot, we are about to go inside the basement door when a black cat approaches us, he looks very chill and not afraid at all. My cousin asks if it’s my cat, I say it’s not, because my cat’s eyes are green and this one’s are yellow.

We go inside and the building has now turned into a tall maze with different stores and events on every floor. This is a recurring dream of mine, and I tell my cousin I can never find my way out when the it changes like this.

There is a giant pharmacy on the first floor, then a stock exchange. My dad makes his way through the various businessmen, he looks like Ricky Moranis did in the 90s. He stars yelling,

I want money! I want money! I WANT MONEY!

and he’s so convincing that one of the businessmen cedes him the right to some old songs. We go through them to figure out how much they’re worth. They come mostly from pulpy old movies, but there’s also a Christmas album from the cast of the cartoon “Sing”.

They are filming a Spiderman VS Thor movie in my neighborhood, but it’s very low budget. I’m watching Spiderman jump on top of my gate, and I can clearly see he used a trampoline badly hidden under a blanket.

I follow the actors as they run down the streets I’m so familiar with. We arrive at my late Grandma G.’s house: she and my dad are sunbathing in the yard. My brother approaches her and asks,

What is your true form?

She open her eyes and I shiver because I’m sure she’s about to unleash some ancient, unspeakable Eldritch horror on us. But my brother dips his hands in water and gently tickles and massages her bare feet. My grandma laughs and refuses to answer. Instead she tells us to keep our soulmates close.

My brother says he met his soulmate in a videogame. Grandma says out loud the name of mine, but I can’t remember it anymore.

Adventures in (fake) Baby Sitting

Posted on January 18, 2020January 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I need to leave the house in a hurry: I signed up for some classes and I’m late, but I keep forgetting something and having to come back. At one point I realize I even forgot my underwear, and there’s even a pretty girl laughing at me. My building is a maze (that’s another recurring dream of mine) and I can’t find my way back.

Eventually I’m ready and running through my town; the streets are more colorful somehow, people are wearing summer clothes and palm trees are greener, I feel like I’m in California. There’s a giant papier-maché head peeking out from a roof, it’s bright pink and I want to take a picture of it. But I’m late! And what’s worse, I suddenly remember I need to go to work, so I have no choice but text an excuse to my classes’ group chat. They all rage against my job, they say my boss is overworking me and paying too little.

Turns out I’m a baby sitter, my charge is a little boy named Marcus, son of a rich, somewhat bossy couple. I show his mother a painting on my notebook, tell her Marcus made it. She’s skeptical though, so I have to admit it’s actually by my friend F. But Marcus helped!

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