Boy I Do Not Like Religion

Posted on March 1, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m forced to receive confirmation in church; again, I might add, since I did already received it as a teen. I wear a white smock that I’m hiding under my coat, embarrassed. There are photographers in front of the church, taking pictures of kids on their special day. I avoid eye contact with them.

Church is full and I find a seat in the back; I’m still wearing my coat and I hope nobody notices me. I sit there for maybe a minute, listening to the choir singing, before deciding this is utterly wrong and fleeing the scene. When I get to the door I glance behind me and see my father’s face going from shock to anger. The photographers try to stop me, I show them the middle finger.

Back at home I’m totally alone. From the next apartment the old au pair is talking on the phone; I wonder why she came back, now that the old man is dead. My family eventually comes back from church. They are engaged at me, especially my aunt. Don’t I realize the blasphemy I just caused?! I can only laugh at her angry face, because I honestly, honestly do not care.

I Hardly Fight With Anyone IRL

Posted on February 17, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I remember fighting with my aunt and my sister. That’s it. I’m always angry in my dreams and I don’t know why.

Round and Brown

Posted on May 13, 2020May 13, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I remember a collection of chocolate pralines, each with unique flavors like chewing gum, very American. They belong to my brother, but I’m also a little orphan and I’m trying to steal them with the other children at the orphanage, hoping the nuns won’t catch us.

Then I dream that we have guests over for dinner, the aunt and uncle I hate, and the next morning there is poop all over mine and my sister’s floors.

Little Bigot

Posted on January 12, 2020January 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

Aunt T., the one I hate, has a granddaughter. My sister knocks on the door to ask if I would like to meet this child, I say no, absolutely not, I can’t make exceptions. The little girl is already here though, peeking from behind the door, a blonde angel of ten. She’s so adorable I can’t help but letting her in, I tickle her and blow soap bubbles to make her laugh. The child asks to see my ID card and I think, strange, but why not? I send my sister to retrieve my wallet, and as soon as the she sees my ID the kid attacks me! She says she can’t allow mutants and modified humans to exist. Great, I think, she’s a racist like her aunt.

My sister and I are now on the run from the little girl. We escape through various international cities, I remember one has pyramids even though we are in the US. All around us mutants are being abducted and killed. You can’t tell them apart from regular humans unless you have X-Ray vision to check if their bones are made of metal. A man approaches us, promises he’ll lead us to safety. We’re wary at first, but an X-ray scan reveals he’s actually Frozone. Relieved, we follow him.

Of Monsters and Relatives

Posted on January 1, 2020January 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

My first dream of 2020 is a recurring one. I meet my least favorite relatives, Aunt T. and her husband, Uncle F.: they’re bigoted, obnoxious, judgy and loud, they scare me so much I get out of my way to avoid them. In my dreams, though, I always snap like a wounded animal, covering them with vicious insults, spelling out just how much I despise them. I never have the guts to do that IRL.

The second dream is about a Disney-themed water park. Every attraction is rather original, the one I remember best is set in the The Little Mermaid kitchen where Sebastian got almost cooked. The pool is literally just a giant kitchen sink full of dish soap.

As I go through the rides I realize my main objective is to slain a monster, a giant sea monster that lives in a cave. There’s a woman with me, she’s a harsh-faced lady with long black hair. Now I cannot tell who she was supposed to be, I just remember her unpleasant personality, a bit like my mother’s.

We have obtained a powerful weapon: it’s an animal’s giant nail, yellow, big and round like a satellite dish. It’s clear to me that we have to sneak inside the cave and take the monster by surprise. He’s not gonna see us coming until it’s too late, just like Saurun when the Hobbits reached Mount Doom. I order the woman to not touch the nail we’re carrying, because if she touches it the monster will know we’re here. The woman thinks she knows better (just like my mother) and scratches on the nail. The monster comes for us.

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