Tag: recurring

Move I’m Gay

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s the first day of school, I’m already bored and I’m planning to go home at lunch time and skip afternoon classes; I’m going down the stairs with my jacket on and holding my umbrella, when I remember that next class is called “History of Visual Arts” and the teacher is very cute, so I casually go back inside and slid in my seat as if nothing happened.

We’re given a few tablets and gather together to watch a movie scene; there’s an actor and two actresses (Uma Thurman and Sandra Bullock, I think) engaged in a fight scene; suddenly overwhelmed with passion, the actor kisses one woman, then the other. I hope next the two women will kiss each other, and they do! And it’s long and deep, “That’s so hot,” I can’t help but whisper. The guy sitting next to me takes it as an invitation to flirt with me, he puts his hand on my hip and starts breathing down my neck. I push him away, go sit alone at another desk and keep watching the movie on my phone. The guy says I’m overreacting, one of the girls in front of the class says she saw everything and he was acting inappropriately.

“Why where you watching them and not the movie?” the teacher wants to know.

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As Usual

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister is back; I want to go buy a new planner because mine has ran out of pages, how did I not notice? But I need to go to the bathroom first and my sister has locked herself in it. I try to poop in an empty cereal box on the balcony, but there’s a hailstorm and it’s just too much.

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My Subconscious Still Believes I Didn’t Graduate

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that a new school year is about to begin and I’m hurrying to get there in time. I’m in an awful mood because I’m much older than the kids around me, being in my 30s, and I’d rather find a job than go back to school.

A crowd has gathered in front of the gates, my old Latin professor is reading out names; when called, each kid has to surrender their phone and answer a personality quiz, I find it totally unacceptable. My name is never called though, is it because I skipped finals last year? Please, I must have repeated my junior year so many times, it must count for something!

I finally approach the professor, I tell him I don’t want to go back to school anyway. He’s very harsh, telling me I’ll never amount to something in life, but gives me 500 bucks as reparation, I’ll take that. I also find a 400 phone top-up on the ground. I pocket that too.

Now to explain all this mess to my mom. Oh, she’s gonna be so mad.

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A Fight That We’ve Had Time And Time Again

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I dream that I’m having a fight with my sister. You know I have trouble sleeping, I say. You know my anxiety spikes and I get heart palpitations when you don’t come back at night. Couldn’t you at least tell me if you’re gonna be late or early? Just that, I don’t want an exact time.

I will never tell you, my sister says. What I do is none of your business.

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Schools Are Mazes Now Too!

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m with friends at the mountain house, feeling guilty because we’re supposed to be in lockdown. We play in the grass and I take pictures of flowers, then we go to a birthday party downtown, in a huge building that looks like a museum. The police catches us at the door. Inside the museum there’s a CW Supergirl episode happening, everyone gets superpowers (didn’t they already have powers before…?).

My friends and I are now walking down the street wearing white, yellow and orange leotards. We arrive to school, but we’re new and there are too many stairs. My friends tentatively climb a spiral staircase in the middle of a round classroom. I consider my options and go for the stairs in the back.

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How Can I Be In School And Also My Current Age

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I dream that it’s the last day of school. Inside a closet in the back of the classroom I find an old backpack I hadn’t touched in at least a dozen years. Inside there’s so much stuff I almost forgotten about: my old Swatch, my mom’s old phone and key ring, a toy lightsaber… I gather everything and bring it home with some difficulty.

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He’s Always Been A Nerd

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I dream that I’m in a classroom with my middle school favorite teacher and L., the boy I used to have a crush on; we’re the only two students. Our assignment is to solve a series of cryptograms and write an essay about the people who created them, based on their encrypting style. L. is scribbling on his paper at top speed, I have no clue what am I supposed to do and also feeling a sense of vague deja vu.

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H***arts Reference

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I start with some recurring stuff, my sister coming home and high school finals. After that, I dream that that I go to a party in a large restaurant, full of elegant people sitting at tables with white tablecloths. I’m a young girl, I’m sitting with three other kids, one of them is a boy with curly hair.

The people at the table next to us are having an unpleasant, quite racist conversation. The curly-haired boy steals a pen drive from one of them, a wealthy-looking man. He quickly unlocks the pen drive with the right password: the man is his father, the boy explain, and now we’ll have to run away from him.

We hide in the garage belonging to one of the adults. My face has turned orange, because our pursues have cast a spell on me. The boy rummages around and finds a box full of colorful wands. “Aren’t they German?” one of the other kids asks. No, the boy says, Germans all go to that fancy European magic school. Everyone gets a wand and we cast a spell to fly away, I remember the green fields running below us just before waking up.

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Old Classics and Superheroes

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

As usual I dream that it’s the last day of school and I’m going to skip my finals because I already got my degree, I just want to go home and watch the latest Supergirl episode.

I’m walking home and now I’m Spiderman, I legit look like Tom Holland under the mask. I can climb walls, I’m not shooting webs because actually I can flap my arms and fly. I meet up with Black Widow and we go investigating in a phone store; it’s a rival store and my old boss sees me in there (she doesn’t look like my actual phone store boss lady, more like a mix of all the employers I’ve had in my life). I want to tell her I didn’t betray the store, I’m here on a secret mission, but she looks the other way and pointedly ignores me.

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