Tag: rain

Familiar Faces

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I dream that I’m back in high school, my dad is also there teaching and everyone hates him. My old classmate S. is mad at me because she thinks I skipped the line to the principal’s office (I didn’t). Inside I ask for s signed note excusing me for being late during all next week, the principal is kind of bemused about it. While I’m there I steal my dad’s report and later show it to him, he’s very depressed about his low rates so I tell him the story of a young girl named Harry Potter who had round glasses, brown hair and really big boobs.

The next day everybody looks really happy, it takes me a moment to realize it’s the last day of school and I feel really dumb, why did I ask for that principal’s note? All the students around me looks like children and I feel ancient. I meet with S. again, although I don’t recognize her at all. We go home under my umbrella, I tell her about my college experience and how I finally found my true calling: photography. I don’t know where we’re going, I simply follow her and we end up on the beach. I’m happy to take a few pictures before a hasty retreat since it’s way too hot, I tell S. to call me back in the fall when temps are more human.

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Feels Familiar But It’s Actually Not

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I dream that I’m trying to hijack a building with my cousin and the whole thing feels like a deja vu. We ride up to the 45th floor, then pose as workers and hang posters on the elevator saying it’s broken and to use the other one. So far so good. We get in the elevator and my cousin pushes a button. “We’re supposed to be going up, not down,” I say. “I want to see the ocean,” she replies.

On the 44th floor there’s a vast open space covered in luxury swimming pools, it’s a sight to behold. The residents are all over, laughing, playing, swimming. We pass a waterfall, it’s artificial but it feels like the real thing; we keep walking, and I say, “Where are you going? We’re on a rooftop!” My cousin silently points at the stone path we’re walking on, and indeed we’re somewhere different. It starts raining.

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The French Actor

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I dream that I’m at the mall with my dad, we just had a fight so now he’s trying to be nice to me, and very motivated to help me pick some bed sheets.

It’s dark and pouring rain outside. We see the police in the parking lot handing out speeding tickets, so we run back inside the mall, getting thoroughly wet in the process.

The stores inside are all in the process of closing. Dad sits at s cafe table, looking miserable. I see two girls pointing at him, whispering and laughing, I go right to confront them, they say,

Don’t you know ge was nominated for an Oscar?

I go back to him and now he’s not my dad at all, he’s a man with a round face, glasses and chestnut hair. I tell him the news, we try to Google his name (I can’t remember it exactly but it was a French name). There’s quite s lot about his acting career, but nothing about an Oscar nom. It was only a cruel joke, abd now the French man looks disappointed.

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Hey, At Least School Is Over

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I dream that it’s the last day of school, I stay behind with a visiting student from West Asia; his name is Ana and he’s really sweet, I feel we have a connection. We watch several Person of Interest episodes until he says it’s time for him to take a plane and leave. I give him a book about the history of religions as a partying gift.

I want to go home too but there’s unrest in the streets, guerrilla fighting and things are on fire. Some boys shoot and miss with a sniper rifle from a balcony, they’re giggling. It’s pouring rain.

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An Eventful Day I Guess

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I dream that I’m at school, it’s a three hour class and everybody else is tired and bored, but I’m very excited because the teacher started writing in Japanese on the blackboard and I want to show off the little Japanese I know. Finally it’s time for a break, but before recess all the girls have to go through an ob-gyn visit. When it’s my turn I tell the doctor I have my period, he says “You’re excused [dramatic pause] this time.”

I go to my cousin’s house, bringing a stray mama cat with two kittens I found. Brie Larson is there because she goes to my school, I think this is an important fact that I’ll need to write on this very dream blog, even though people could just google where Brie Larson goes to school and find out where I’m from. Later I go back to collect the kittens, I kinda don’t want to separate them from their mama but she died in the meantime, so everything turned out okay.

I go to the supermarket with my cousin. I’m wearing only flip flops on socks and it starts raining outside, so I sit in a corner and start putting on my shoes. Some old ladies start teasing my cousin because her mom died. I tell them to fuck off. My cousin thanks me.

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Incidentally I’d Love To Buy A Vintage Camera

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I dream that I’m downtown, it’s dark and pouring rain. I have my camera and I want to go to the store to buy film, but my dad is there and he’s afraid that we’re gonna miss our boat. I’m wearing just one shoe and no mask, but I follow him anyway. On the way I pick a mask from the ground and put it on, then I realize how disgusting that is and drop it again.

We get to a small pier where the boat, a white steam engine, is waiting for us. Now It’s sunny and the sky is blue. I ask where mom is, dad says forget her, she’s dead. Still I don’t want to leave her behind, so I jump back to the past. I find her sitting on a bench downtown, she gives me a big smile, she must have been waiting so long. Shall we go shopping? I say. I go to the photo store, but we’re in the past now and there’s only early 20th century cameras.

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That Mask Dream Keeps Happening

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I dream that I’m in a car and my mom is driving, she’s not wearing a seat belt and keeps going to the backseat at every traffic light, I’m very uncomfortable.We stop at an old lady’s house, she’s a Sim and her name’s Sylvia. She’s also a trans lesbian. I know all of this because I watched the Sims trailer.

We get to the market where my two grandmas (including the one that now’s dead) are waiting for us. It starts raining so I cannot walk to the stationary store like I hoped to. Nobody is wearing a mask, they don’t care anymore.

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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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The Rain In My Dreams Is Wishful Thinking

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I dream that it’s my brother’s birthday and I bought him hand cream and mints. My sister hasn’t bought him anything so I win.

We decide to go downtown to look for a present, we walk out the gate and realize we forgot our masks. My sister runs back in and fetches two yellow fabric ones. It’s raining and as we walk through the park we notice that the people sitting at the picnic tables don’t have umbrellas and are getting soaked. I explain to my sister that those are German tourists, they don’t bother with umbrellas because where they come from it rains all the time anyways, it’s a bit like Londoners.

(Photo by Lauren Fleischmann on Unsplash)

We arrive at a clothes stores, my sister shows me how to hang our bags from special magnets sticking from the cash register. It’s such an insider trick, I think, you can really tell she worked in a store before. My old Nokia is in my bag, one of the salesboys is looking at it with interest. It’s still a really good phone, he says. He starts chatting and telling us the story of his life, it’s very boring and we have to remind him to go help the long line of customers that has formed. One of the customers is a woman called Napoleon. She’s missing an eye.

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Why Is My Subconscious So Convinced I Don’t Have A Diploma

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Several nested dreams. I ask my brother if he still has some old comics, the first time he says no, the second he says yes.

Then the same recurring dream. It’s raining and I’m late for school. I don’t have my books with me. I have an enormous zit on my face. I’ve skipped too many classes and my finals are looming nearer and nearer. I don’t want to take my finals, who cares about my high school diploma. I’m an adult with a job, for Christ’s sake.

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