I dream that my old schoolmate L. and her little brother are looking for an apartment to rent. I say there’s one available in my building, next door to mine. The boy asks what’s the building like, I say it’s wonderful, and complicated like a maze, and it has bars and stores, and a woman baking cakes and decorating them with a pink balloon.
The building is like a giant hotel on top of a mountain. We step on the mat at the base of the mountain and are teleported into the main hall. It takes me a while to find my bearings and the right staircase to the third floor. Unfortunately the apartment is already occupied and there’s a warming party underway. My own apartment also seem to be missing, I’m confused for a while before remembering we were moved to an apartment that looks exactly the same in our twin building (it def. happened in a previous dream) while the main one was flew on top of a mountain by a squad of helicopters and turned into a hotel/casino.
I dream that it’s the last week of school and I’m skipping it, again. ( I’m so fed up with this. Nothing like this ever happened, why do I keep dreaming about it??)
My dad drives me to school, parks in front of the building. I don’t want to go, I say, what’s the point? I don’t care about my grades. When he leaves, I go for a walk instead. It’s sunny, for a change.
I dream that it’s the last day of school, as usual it’s a Saturday and, as usual, I’m planning to quit before graduation. But why not hang out in the classroom for one more day?
Dear old philosophy teacher hands out exam sheets. Everybody is panicking except me, I haven’t studied but who cares? My friend M., worried about me, shows me her sheet, I copy it lazily making sure to add some mistakes.
The exam is divided in two parts, “boy” and “girl”. The teacher takes away the “boy” sheet as soon as it’s finished, to grade it. I tackle the “girl” sheet and I’m amazed to realize the questions are about web design and so I can answer most of them. The teacher brings back the first sheet, graded 80/100. He compliments me.
I’m a bit proud of myself now, I really want to finish the second sheet, but my alarm rings.
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.
I dream that I’m at school, but also the school is my home and we’re all adults. I say how unsettling it is that it’s November 1st already, I swear it was December just a moment ago. Don’t you feel time is going to fast? I ask one of my schoolmates. No, he says, because I know how to make my life meaningful, and you should too. I can’t do that, I say, because I have ADHD.
Soon afterwards people start vomiting and, trying to give meaning to my life, I rush to help them. It turns out they ate coleslaw last night, the mayonnaise was made in a futuristic transparent machine –bis as a rocketship– and they had to wait 10 minutes and not touch their faces before it was safe to eat it. They didn’t wait.
(Everyone in this dream is a Harry Potter character but nor really, maybe a knock-off.)
I’m at the mall and there’s a scientist demonstrating a toy house that can be transformed into a real tiny house, he will miniaturize people so they can live in the tiny house and save up on bills.I call my mom to show her this technological miracle, she’s much more interested in how hot the scientist is; I tell her he’s so young he could be her son. I decide to do some shopping but the mall is crowded and nobody is wearing a mask, I turn on my heels and run.
I had all these details in my head when I woke up, I grabbed my phone to take some notes and suddenly it was all gone. All I could come up with is: “working at yet another store, singing A Whole New World, being angry at my sister, being horny.”
I dream that I’m working at the new store, the one above our regular store that I dreamed about last week. I’ve always wondered, when something seems familiar, is it because I’ve legit dreamed about if before or is it just my mind playing tricks? Well, now I know! This time I’m wearing a name tag on my chest that says “I’m new, please be gentle with me.” Indeed I’m so slow that my cousin kicks me out.
The next day I don’t want to go to work, I’m not even sure if they actually hired me back or if this is all just a dream. I go out with friends instead, we stop to buy pizza but the guy behind the counter seems very unhygienic, I slip away without my friends noticing. I’m hungry now and it’s night already, I stop at a restaurant that is just a series of tables under the stars. I’m very suspicious about hygienic standards, I order a simple cheese pizza (the least dangerous, I assume), it takes them ages to bring it to the table.
The next morning I’m walking home after skipping work once again, I hear someone calling me, I look up and see my neighbor C. waving at me from the attic window. I go up to her and she’s sitting at a table eating, she starts telling me all about some gossip she heard (typical!) when a goose flies in from the window, a big brown goose, rather angry. It starts honking at C.’s ear, doesn’t calm down until it’s offered some food.
I close all the doors and windows in case the goose wants to come back, then go down the stairs. I’m in a beautiful old mansion that belongs to my grandfather. It used to be in ruins when I was a kid, now my uncle has renovated and it’s so beautiful it looks more like a museum. I know once grandgfather dies my uncle will kick us out and I wish I could show all of this to my penpal in time, but she’s visited me just a few days ago (I DO dream about old dreams!) and it’s gonna be a while before she comes back. Maybe I’ll give her a virtual tour, once new technologies allow it.
I look at the portraits on the walls and imagine what I would say to 18th century people to explain TV screens.
It’s like a big mirror, but instead of yourself you see other people and stories. It’s connected by a series of wires that transfer electricity, it’s the stuff lighting bolts are made of.
My uncle arrives and catches me looking at his art collection. Just like grandfather, this guy isn’t one of my IRL uncles, he’s a short, balding man with glasses, and expensive suit and a nervous expression. He noticesI’m crying because I’m so moved by all these beautiful neoclassical statues, he says he cries all the time too, maybe he can get along with my siblings and I after all.
We organize a sack race so we can bond, I’m a teen girl, I have a teen brother and a toddler sister, suspiciously similar to A Series of Unfortunate Events characters. The toddler wins the race.
I dream that I’m on a school bus, the kids are passing around a register to sign it. I can see everyone’s face so clearly, even the kids I haven’t seen in decades.
to write this all down again. My sister comes back home. I’m upset. I don’t want to share a room with her like when we were kids. We fight. I’m a ball of rage and anxiety. I’m convinced it’s all real and only waking up brings some relief. I’m so sick of dreaming about this.
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