I dream that I’m going on a school trip to France, but I’m not really excited because I’m a witch, and I guess when one has magic at her fingertips silly bus trips are not that special.
I get lost in the Paris sewers, it’s dark and wet and there are stray cats and an abandoned gendarme uniform. As I’m climbing a ladder to get out I’m violently attacked and punched to the ground by the Ratatouille guy. He thinks I killed his rat.
My penpal C. is visiting again, all my schoolmates are excited because she’s quite popular, apparently? I feel guilty because we used to be so close and now we barely talk anymore.
I find an old journal that describes a trip to Paris C. and I took together ten years ago. It was incredibly romantic, I’d even asked everyone at school to help me confess my love, and that’s why they are all so excited now, they still remember it.
I decide to recapture the magic by accompanying her to the airport, I tell her I’m so sorry she stayed so little. There are other Asian people at the airport, but we suddenly realize they are all robots and she’s the only human. She ‘s worried climbing up the ladder to the plane, she thinks everyone is gonna be racist because of Coronavirus.
It’s late evening and I’m walking down a street in my town. All along the street there are shelves upon shelves from a store that is closing up, a failing business, probably. I want to look through the shelves but I’m afraid it’s not allowed. Eventually I see among the other products a stand with stickers and I rush over: I don’t care if they’re not for sale, I want all the damn stickers!
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 