Tag: recurring

In Which I’m Clueless

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister has come back home and I can’t even remember if I’m supposed to be mad at her or not. Did we have a huge fight in this dream world too? Who knows. I just want to sleep and there are so many people that won’t leave me alone.

So I take my cat to an animal sanctuary. There are dogs and cats and even little pigs swimming in big water buckets. I’m taking a ton of delightful pictures when I notice they’re all blind. Is this a place for blind animals? Is my cat blind too? Again, who knows.

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Bi Bi Bi

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my new keyboard is broken and key are missing. While out buying a new one I meet two young men, not even twenty, and give them comic book recommendations. They carry my bags home, we get inside my building: it has stores and bars and I can’t find my way in. This is my usual signal indicating that I’m dreaming, since I now know there are no consequences I have sex with the hottest of the two guys.

I go back out, still wanting to buy a keyboard at the computer store. The building hasn’t changed and that means I’m still dreaming. I know what to do, I prowl the streets finding someone to have sex with, and this time I pick a blonde older woman in a red dress.

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Everybody Is Mad At Her Again Because She Yelled At Mom

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I dream that my sister is back home. She is small, almost a child, and sickly. She apologizes for everything and asks if we can share a room again. I say no, no, no, and tell her the truth: I simply cannot live with anyone. I need to be alone.

I dream that I’m at the supermarket buying just a couple things. I notice my receipt’s wrong, I paid for extra stuff − I actually paid for some other lady’s groceries! There must be an issue with my credit card, the cashier explain. I’m so creeped out I want to throw the card into the nearest bin. To calm me, the cashier gives me four bucks from her personal wallet.

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In Some Dreams Sis And I Go Along Perfectly Fine, And Then There’s This Other Kind

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I dream that my sister is back home, again. With a wicked smile, she hints that she’s reading this blog, this carefully anonymous dream journal of mine. I’m so, so angry and upset. I shove her to the ground and choke her with all my might. It takes a moment, but my parents realize she can’t breathe and separate us. Not done, I run to the bathroom, grab a pair of scissors and cut all her long, auburn hair. I know this is the end, our relationship will never recover from this.

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I Just Want A Supermarket Within Walking Distance

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I dream that I’m in the city at night when I notice a new store. I think it’s a hardware store at first, but… no! It’s a supermarket! I’m overwhelmed with joy. Finally, finally I won’t have to travel miles for groceries.

I reach the entrance, and there’s a giant statue of a clown looking down on me, shining in the night lights. It’s not a supermarket after all, it’s a circus. I take a deep breath and enter.

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In Which I Project Anxiety Anytime My Morning Schedule Is Slightly Different

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I dream that I need to go to a doctor appointment (I did, this morning) but have to go to school first. There’s the town market on the way, I’m wearing flip flops and lose one, I have to go back looking for it in the crowd.

At this point it’s too late to make it to school, I get distracted on the way by a box full of stickers and washi tape outside a store. I sit on the ground rummaging through it. Various kids join me and also Dark’s Katharina Nielsen, who’s very interested in the cardboard box itself. I go inside to pay for my stickers, it’s a comic book store and the owner is rather nice, I tell him I’ll send over my brother to get some comics. I buy so much stuff, including a pizza. He says everything will cost me 5 bucks. I insist on paying at least 15.

Now I’m late for the doctor too. The only logic solution is to go back in time and start the morning again. I meet Eve and Villanelle from Killig Eve on the way. My doctor was fired (was it my fault??), the blonde substitute says I have cancer.

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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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Even Within Nightmares School Happens

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I dream that I find live flies and crickets in my food, and I can’t eat anymore.

Then I dream that I drop my notebook, the one where I wrote down EVERY note for EVERY class of the year, from the stairs at school. I look down and see small children forming a queue in the hall, because apparently we’re sharing with them now. Stupid pandemic.

Then I dream that I’m out in town with my mother when I see a murder of black birds, thousands of them, looking spectral and scary, like they’re not of this world. As I film it they pick up a bird much bigger than them and eat it alive.

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