I dream that it’s December 24th and our Christmas tree isn’t up yet, we go to the basement and rummage for decorations, but all the while I’m uneasy because how did we get to December? I’m pretty sure it was July just a moment ago. I “wake up” into another dream and now it’s the right month and I feel vindicated.
Tag: nested dreams
The Ceremony Made Me Cry BTW
I dream that I walk into the living room and find my family decorating the Christmas tree. I’m sure it’s summer so I must be dreaming. I start to panic because if I’m asleep I’ll miss the Olympics opening ceremony, and I won’t be able to go to the pharmacy either. I decide to jump out the window, hoping the shock will wake me up. It’s night outside, and I land on a layer of snow; I don’t feel cold at all though, I don’t feel anything. People are pointing and laughing at me from windows and balconies. I spot a man holding a rifle and beg him to shoot me. He fires three times, I don’t know if I’m hit because I still can’t feel anything. I wander into the streets and grab people by the shoulders, begging them to wake me up because I need to go to the pharmacy. They ignore me.
It takes several tries of waking up in my bed only to realize it’s not real, but I finally make it out.
Had Some Adventures!
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.
Anxiety Really Does Feel Like You Can’t Breathe
I’m about to wake up, worrying I don’t have any dream to write down. I can feel my blanket covering my face, I open my eyes and can only see a close up of the fabric with red light filtering through it. I feel like I can’t breathe and that’s silly, because it’s summer and I sleep with no blanket at all.
Now I’m in my mom’s bed, I can hear her talking from the living room, but when I turn she’s there on the other side of the bed. “How can you be in two places at once?!” I ask. She silently rolls over and smothers me (my mom’s quite fat.)
Now I’m back in my own bed, I can see my sister sitting on the floor, giggling. Is she really back, or am I still dreaming? I poke her with my foot. She’s still giggling. I’m still not sure, but I kick her for good measure.
One part of my brain is taking notes to write this all down on my dream blog. Actress Katy Manning is narrating my thoughts; she’s walking down a beach wearing a big red flamenco dress. it’s night and the sky is covered with a myriad of starts, and the Aurora Borealis too,
When I wake up for real it takes a few minutes to convince myself I’m not still dreaming.
Here We Go Again.
(I have an important appointment today so of course I had a series of nested dreams where I woke up and tried getting ready only to fail miserably.)
It starts always the same way, I get up and go take a shower. Then I accidentally flood the bathroom, or panic because I’ve overslept and it’s only ten minutes until my appointment. One time my sister asks her friends to barricade themselves inside the bathroom just to spite me and they all smell and have greasy white people dreads. Another time there’s a dozen workers dressed in bright orange, staring at me from the bathroom window. A couple of times I just fly away and start having sex with people on the streets, because that’s what I do when I’m lucid dreaming.
Longing For The Red Planet
I have a nested dream, I wake up and jump out of bed to go hiking, sometimes I only make it out of the room, sometimes I make it as far as far as the mountains, but I always, inevitably find myself back in bed.
Then I dream that two old schoolmates are colonizing Mars. They don’t even need space suits, they can easily use virtual reality and project a 3D image of themselves on the planet, from the safety of their ship. They stroll around in the red dust wearing their black emo clothes, eventually they find a tree. It’s a dead tree, but still, what a discovery! They both take selfies with it and text them to me.
I’m Just Casually Jumping Between Nested Dreams At This Point
I dream that I find a note under my bedroom door. It’s from my sister, it says
Before coming to the living room, close your eyes.
I’m excited because I’m convinced it must be a surprise birthday party, then I remember that my birthday is in April, it’s September now and my sister was just being mean.
I also realize that I’ve forgotten to take my pills, and I need the bathroom, now!
The bathroom is busy. My only chance is to wake up and away from this nightmare. I open my eyes into another dream. I sigh out loud.
I Have A New Neighbor!
I dream about prepping for my day at school, putting all my books and notebooks in my bag, determined to find out my class schedule this time— (Why do I keep dreaming about this?! As far as I can remember I had no problem keeping track of my schedule back then.)
(At this point I’m woken by my new South American neighbor, who is AS USUAL barking at her phone on the balcony next to my bedroom window. It’s 7:20 of a Sunday morning.)
I fall asleep again and I dream that I go knocking on the woman’s door. I’m welcomed in by the two sisters who used to live here twenty years ago: they are adults now and we chat amicably, catching up on our lives.
I finally reach the garden (how is there a garden inside an apartment?) where my new neighbor is standing. In my broken Spanish, I try to beg her to please, please stop screaming at her phone. She takes my hand and tells me her name is Marisol and she misses her family very much. Then we have to run away because the garden fills with smoke as the building catches fire. A group of firefighters that are actually child acrobats rush in after us.
By now I’m trying to wake myself up because I’m aware I’ve overslept. I have no luck as I keep finding myself inside another nested dream. Since nothing is real anyway, I decide to go outside and make people strip naked.
Unexpected Jobs, MILFs and Metamorphoses.
I dream about going to see a doctor. I go inside his office and there before me, wearing a white coat, is my coworker, S. I’m really surprised, how can he possibly have time to practice? He’s at the store every day! Says he,
I use my lunch break.
He’s somewhat dismissive of my symptoms and it gets me somewhat mad.
I go home and find out a neighbor wants to sue my family for very petty reasons. I invite her over so she can see we’re not so bad after all. She’s in her forties and too uptight to be beautiful, but I still think she’s hot.
The next morning I need to get to school and I’m late, but I’m also suspecting I’m dreaming, that must mean I’m actually early, right? I walk in town with no rush and I waste some time riding a roller coaster at a local festival. Yes, it must be a dream because I’m not even scared.
I walk for a bit in the snow, and it’s really time to wake up and go to school for real, I think. I slap my face, hoping it will do the trick. Then I throw myself down a cliff. Nothing. I yell for my dad, hoping he can help me. I hear a loud whistle in the gray, snowy sky. That sounds more real than the rest of my current reality, so I follow it.
I wake up as a little white and brown dog. I go explore the city again.
I’m Sure There’s A Name For This Phenomena
I dream that I’m trying to wake up, I want so badly to wake up but whenever I think I’ve done, it I open my eyes and I know the world I’m in isn’t real.
There’s my sister watching DC cartoons in my room (how dares she?) then I wake up again and I can hear her watching in the living room instead. I drag myself out of bed, find my dad, grab him by the jacket, beg him to wake me up.
I’m still asleep! I tell him frantically. This isn’t real! You have to come to my room and shove me out of bed, it’s the only way!
It doesn’t work. I wake up again and since nothing is real I decide to fly out of the window. I fly over a blue, shiny ocean, I get to watch seagulls up close.
I come across a flying carrier transporting giant containers. I know this is the villains, so I break inside a container using my super strength. I find thousands and thousands of my old books and drawings. I walk around the plane and make people have sex with each other, so I can watch.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 