I Finished Elementary School 22 Years Ago

Posted on December 6, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m sitting through a school test; it’s not difficult but there are too many pages and too many questions, I know I’ll never finish it in time so I just give up. Sitting next to me there’s L., a mousy girl who I haven’t seen or thought about since elementary school. She’s a teenager now, she tells me she has a fever, and couldn’t I buy medicine for her during the weekend? She’ll pay me back on Monday.

Monday is gonna be the last day of school. I lean against the back wall and look at the classroom, so familiar. It’s so strange that I’m about to become an adult and never set foot in a classroom again.

My parents don’t want me to go buy meds for L. There’s a pandemic outside, don’t I know? Also pharmacies are closed on Sundays. Also, also… I’m pretty sure this is a dream, so it’s not like I’m gonna disappoint her.

Also My Building Was A Hospital Again But Who’s Counting

Posted on December 4, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister has come back home. I’m minding my own business, looking through a bunch of socks I ordered, and her bed is made and here she comes. Like always I grab her sheets and toss her outside the door.

Getting Lost In My Own City Is Perfectly On Brand

Posted on December 2, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.

Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!

Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.

I Was Just Thinking I Haven’t Done A Puzzle Since Like Fourth Grade

Posted on November 29, 2020November 29, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m rushing back home because I forgot my mask. I walk past a toy store and inside I see the old man we used to buy toys from when I was a child. He grins at me. His wife was just saying they need to hire someone to help out in the store, I take a mental note of that.

I arrive at my building, take the stairs but my apartment’s floor is now a hospital ward, rows and rows of white bed with red-eyed children. They stare at me. A nurse runs towards me and says I can’t stay here, this is the Coronavirus ward.

I eventually find my apartment. It looks nothing like my actual apartment, and this knowledge almost triggers a lucid dream, but not quite. I go to my bedroom and find my sister there, making her own bed next to mine. I’m so upset I’ll have once again to share a room with her that I grab all her bed sheets and dump them outside the door. Then, feeling guilty, I tell my sister the I sent a letter to Noelle Stevenson to showcase her art. Noelle sent back a puzzle as a thank you gift.

The Amazing Peeing Cat

Posted on November 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m running late for school, I get quickly dressed in an oversize pink t-shirt and jeans. My mom is waiting for me in the car, she’s driving. Wait, I say, I think I got my period. I rush back inside and to the bathroom. My jeans are a mess. As I’m stripping down my cat jumps on the toilet and starts peeing, a focused, almost painful expression on her face. It’s too late to get to school by now. My parents ask me why I didn’t go, I change the subject and tell them everything about the cat instead.

Now I’m in bed with Corona. I feel fine, I don’t have any symptoms, but my test came back positive and and now I have an app that counts down the days until I die. I’m terrified, I don’t want to die, but all I can do is lie in bed and wait. Six days pass, nothing happens. Maybe there was a mistake? Hopeful, I venture out of bed. My legs feel weak, out of practice. I peek into the living room, ask my family if I could maybe go back to the hospital and be tested again? They tell me to go back to bed and wait to die in silence.

Supermarket, Stairs, Stairs, Stairs, Cyborg

Posted on November 20, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m once again frustrated about all the supermarkets in my area being the same kind. I go inside one, eat a bun, feel guilty, confess and pay for it.

I go home and say hello to my sister that is coming down the stairs. Except that my sister is also inside, sitting on the couch. Who was that I saw on the stairs?

I go to the mall, there is a giant dead person set up like a statue, you can climb up some stairs to a pair of binoculars on the back of their head and see through their eyes.

Now my family is running down a set of stairs, my gran is on the lead; we’re escaping from a supervillain. We reach the basement and it’s not empty like we hoped, but elegantly furnished. Gran pushes open the door to a bedroom and an alarm blares.

The supervillain catches me. He’s a shape-shifting cyborg. A group of heroes flies in to fight him, they are about to finish him.

I wake up, thinking it’s very unfair I didn’t get to watch him die.

Some Mornings I Struggle To Remember Anything, Others There’s All These Vivid Details That Have No Logic In Them Whatsoever

Posted on November 9, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m a Hobbit, but Middle-Earth is empty and destroyed. My friends and I fought the Nazguls, our throats were slit and we woke up as modern humans. Our land is still there though, in a parallel dimension at the other side of my school. Sometimes when students ride their horses they can see the horses of Middle-Earth running on green meadows, alone and free, like they’re on the other side of a mirror.

Desperate for a way back, I locate a portal in NYC. My friend C. is there, she wants me to read her new novel. I tell her the story is a bit offensive towards Boris Johnson, doesn’t she know he almost died of Covid? Now she’s (UNDERSTANDABLY) mad at me. I take her back to my house and introduce her to all my cats, including a playful black kitten and two white and gray old fellas, they knocked over their litter box and it gave them a pink eye each.

My mother announces that my sister, her boyfriend and our neighbor S. (who as usual looks like a child) are all moving in. That upsets me so much I start insulting my sister via texts. I need to shower but I waste time being cruel to her, it gets late and people start coming inside the bathroom, because school is about to start and looks like this bathroom is the way in. I can’t close the door because the lock is a broken zipper and my cousin laughs at me for it.

I decide to use the smaller shower at my house. I throw everyone out, start to undress and feel a small hand grabbing my waist. I’m freaked out because that’s not my hand. It’s my neighbor, so small I didn’t notice him, hiding in the bathroom and being a creep. I throw him out too. Then instead of showering I grab my dad’s hair trimmer and give myself a haircut. The result is ridiculous, but I reason it’ll look okay once I get a perm.

I Just Want To Go Out And Take Pictures, Man

Posted on November 3, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m watching a TV show, it’s a love story between a model and a producer. He’s got nice eyes but ugly teeth, he’s old and bony, but surprisingly I’m into it. He looks sweet and melanchonic. In the scene I’m watching they’re talking about Hamilton, specifically praising Renée Elise Goldsberry’s performance, I wholeheartedly agree with them. I want to watch the whole scene again, but I wake up.

Now I’m on a school trip, we walk on a long, white bridge. In front of us there’s a beach, behind us a rocky, misty hill. I take pictures to send my dad, even though he’s also here with me. I explain I’m sending them to the version of him that is sitting home on the couch. Eventually he’ll join bodies with that version.

We climb the hill, there’s an equally misty village on top. We spot a comic book store but it’s closed, maybe they’re on a lunch break? No, someone reads out loud the sign on the door, they’re on vacation on November 1st, 2nd and 3th. All my schoolmates grumble, just our luck.

The sun is setting, now we’re all sitting on the beach around a fire. I take more pictures of my friends, they turn out pretty but too bright.

Just A Little Blood, Really, It’s Fine

Posted on November 2, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m sitting in a classroom during a test with a nice sub teacher. I waste a lot of time trying to copy down the questions, my handwriting is really sloppy. My mother is at the door, she says my brother has a headache and he’s being rushed to the hospital, they’re afraid it’s a brain tumor. That gains me a lot of sympathy and enough time to somewhat finish writing down my answers. My brother turns out to be fine, it’s only a little blood clot in his brain, nothing a headband can’t cure.

There’s other, fuzzier dreams. My sister going to therapy and insisting I come along to listen; a couple in a tragicomic car chase that feels like a Woody Allen movie.

Area Woman Decides To Wake Up Early And Shower, Has All Night Anxiety About It

Posted on November 1, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m typically upset about not receiving any presents. I storm in my room and brood a bit, yell a bit at my neighbors for blasting far-right propaganda from their windows. I know I need to go shower, yet I waste hours playing Pokémon on an old Game Boy Advance. I feel so bad for procrastinating. My brain is like mush.

I finally get up and step in the shower box, I struggle not to just sit down and brood some more. No, I need to concentrate on the task ahead. My grandma is there too (now the shower is the size of a large room with black marble walls), she’s standing on a stool and trying to take a picture from a slit window, she says she wishes her phone had a better camera. Well, I have a better camera!

The ocean is on the other side of the window, blue and shiny and I start taking pictures. Now the shower is an open space on the beach and the walls are bamboo. I feel guilty about leaving the water running, but the sun is setting and I need these pics for my Instagram. Beach goers try to shower and I shoo them away. Two men are painting the wall of a building with Michelangelo’s frescoes, I take picture after beautiful picture. The beach employees are trying to stop me. The water is still running.

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