I dream that weather has suddenly warmed up, to the point it’s now summer. My sister is back home and we’re sharing a room once again, like when we were children; for once I’m not angry about it. She wants to go to sleep and I do too because I’m exhausted, but my pajamas are too warm and I need to find a t-shirt, also I’m 1000 steps short of my daily pedometer goal. I lay on the bed and start kicking my legs in the air, hoping it will help.
Tag: pajamas
My Brain Is An Utterly Creepy Pervert But Produces Rather Good Cinematography
I dream that I have the power to make trees and plants grow. Then I dream that I can’t figure out if it’s 2020 or 2021, are my calendars new or old? This year seems quite tragic so maybe it is 2020 after all. My friends are equally confused, I tell them we should maybe check the date on our phones, that very idea blows their minds.
Now I’m going with my mom to a doctor appointment, I realize I’m wearing my pajamas and that can mean only one thing: I must be dreaming, I would never go out in pajamas IRL. Since I now know I’m dreaming, I’m free to go have sex with people. I take off a young woman’s pants, she’s stiff and obedient like a doll.
I end up in a store where I try some clothes on, they’re too small. The owner has a beard and speaks English with a Swedish accent. We agree on how much we hate teenagers. A movie is being projected in the store, it’s about Marie Antoniette, there are orgies and necrophilia and more orgies and vomiting, all very detailed and seen from below. A decapitated head falls down, its cheek squishes against the camera glass. All the while the audience is making disgusted little sounds.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 