Tag: night

Anxiety Really Does Feel Like You Can’t Breathe

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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.

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This Is Especially Funny Because I Hate Parties

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I dream that I’m celebrating with friends, maybe during spring break? We’re on a rooftop, almost naked, dancing ecstatically, our skin covered in colorful paint, and we’re waving glow sticks. All the while I’m thinking I’m so glad we’re not living through a pandemic and we can do this.

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No Such Girl Existed Of Course

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I dream that I board a train that is just one cart with no rails. It’s a school trip and we travel and travel until we reach the Philippines and people are waving us welcome from the windows. One of my schoolmates is half Pinoy, she has a severe degenerative illness but she’s super sweet, has me try strawberry milk. At night she takes us to a beach, it’s snowing and the sky is blue and purple, everything is glistening, it’s the most beautiful sight. I take photos to text my dad, but he never receives them. Why didn’t he receive them? I try to fix my phone texts, try and try but it’s all useless.

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Can I Have A Lucid Dream Every Night Please

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I dream that I’m trying to take pictures of a friend standing in front of a window. I realize that this is too big to be my window, and the city outside is too perfect, the old buildings bathed in twilight. This must be a dream.

I go out to explore this city that looks like mine but isn’t. I wonder if I can fly, but it seems like I need to follow the rules and map routes. My friend brings me to a small park, I can feel the grass blades dancing against my leg in the night breeze. I’m amazed at how detailed a feeling my subconscious can evoke, I know it’s not real but it feels real.

I’m now near my house, people are walking in bathing suits. I think that’s an excellent idea, and I conjure my favorite actress wearing a bikini, just because it’s a pretty sight to look at.

I arrive at some sort of terrace above the sea where people are sitting around tables, eating and chatting. There are rocky formations below and above, I start to climb. It’s amazing how easy rock climbing is when you know you are dreaming and there are no stakes. A rock falls down, I shout at the people above and they sidestep it, completely nonplussed. I lose my grip and feel no panic at all, just conjure a rope and hoist myself up.

The rocky climb turns into a rocky alley going up and up, flanked by quaint little houses. Two old women are walking along the alley arm in arm, I walk and chat with them for a while. They eventually go inside a house, and one of them says to me,

See you, ladybug!

My brain is amazing, I think. How can it come up with such brilliant dialogue?!

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A Clever Little Alien

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I dream that I’m trying to save little children from an alien that snuck into their bedroom one night.

I gently shake the older brother, waking him up. I whisper to him to get his baby sibling and run, run! He grabs the baby and disappears in the night riding his little trycicle.

That’s when I realize there’s another sibling, a little girl asleep in her bed. She wakes up. Her hair is blue, her eyes are yellow and her pupils cat-like. She smiles at me, her teeth pointy. She was the alien all along, and I have a sudden urge to protect her: after all, she only wanted to live with this family in peace.

The children’s mother knocks on the door, alarmed by all the noise. The little alien girl opens the door quickly, stopping the mother from coming inside. She explains the noise came from the street, someone threw a bucket of paint through the window, that’s why her hair is blue. The mother wants to check on the little boy and the baby, the girl says they just fell asleep, so please do not disturb them. She winks at me.

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I Was So Smug Right There In The End

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I dream that I’m lured on a ship with a group of friends with the promise of ice cream. The ship is rather big and looks like it’s made of metal containers welded together. It can travel on road and also jump over hills, which we do.

My friends tell me they need to hide, so I suggest my uncle’s mountain house. We’re already nearby so we get off the ship and start to climb, arrive in the middle of the night. I say everybody be quiet because he’s sleeping. We hear the sound of a toilet flushing and my uncle appears on the door, he says we woke him up anyway and let us in. My friends are hungry so he says they can eat anything from his vegetable garden.

At this point I see my friends as if through an anime opening, and I realize we are indeed in a cartoon episode. I read online that fans are debating about the setting and I’m fuming because, of course it’s set in my town! Didn’t they see the buildings, the architecture? I go back and rewatch the flight of the container ship, yes, see there, how it jumps over a castle? That is my town’s castle, no doubt.

I’m looking forward to share my knowledge to the rest of the interenet, when my alarm rings, leaving me disappointed.

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It’s All About My Father’s Disapproval, Really

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I dream that I’m walking out of a physiotherapist clinic, it’s dark outside and raining. My mom and dad are sitting in their car waiting for me, but when I approach they drive away in a rush, leaving me hanging. I’m incredibly upset about this. Another car stops by, it’s small, green and ancient. A group of relatives are sitting inside (a second cousin with her mother, mother-in-law and young son). They offer to drive me home, but I refuse: I’d rather stand here in the rain and make my parents feel guilty.

I dream that I’m hanging out with some friends. All we do is sit on some chairs in a giant room (sports hall?), sleep in the afternoons and eat fruit at night. It’s all very chill and nice. My dad is also sitting somewhere in the room, and looking at us disappointed.

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I Just Want A Supermarket Within Walking Distance

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I dream that I’m in the city at night when I notice a new store. I think it’s a hardware store at first, but… no! It’s a supermarket! I’m overwhelmed with joy. Finally, finally I won’t have to travel miles for groceries.

I reach the entrance, and there’s a giant statue of a clown looking down on me, shining in the night lights. It’s not a supermarket after all, it’s a circus. I take a deep breath and enter.

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In Which I Just Wanna Go Home

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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.

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