I dream that I baked a nice cake and everyone is trying it. My brother compliments me, he noticed that the cream is flavored with a little lemon. I feel happy and flattered because my brother is a great baker. “Look Who’s Talking” is playing on TV. Suddenly I notice a bunch of tiny red insects crawling on the slice I’m eating. “Drop the cake!” I yell. Insects are everywhere, even on my clothes. I obsessively vacuum every surface, hoping to kill them all. I’m heartbroken because my cake is ruined.
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She’s Not Amused! …too trite?
I dream that I’ve found an online AI that can generate accurate illustrations and videos, all you have to do to type a simple descriptions. Excited, I show it to my sister, who’s not impressed. She starts writing more and more elaborate and ridiculous descriptions, just to prove it doesn’t work.
Then I dream that I find two short stories written by my brother and I steal them for my Instagram. They are a crossover between ATLA and the British royal family, one is about Aang writing a disappointed letter to his grandson, Prince Charles. The other is about Queen Victoria taking a stroll in the snow with her whole entourage; they meet a group of rogue airbenders that lift them from the ground. The queen is so scared she orders a church service to exorcise these demons.
I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together
I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.
I Try To Write Down My Dreams While I’m Dreaming, Sometimes It Even Works
I dream that my brother’s voice is changing as he’s hitting puberty and I’m sad because I love his childish voice (I tried to recall it when I woke up but he’s 30 and I must have forgotten so long ago).
Then I dream some starships and Michael Burnham. And there’s this other long, very detailed dream that I went over again and again while I was half awake, but the moment I opened my eyes, it was gone.
The Year’s Over And Nothing Of Interest Was Gained
I dream that I’m staying at Gran’s with my brother and cousin (who is vampire but that has nothing to do with the story). Gran goes for a walk and I want to go with her but I’m still in my pajamas. When I’m dressed up I instinctively board a train. I don’t have a ticket and I’m afraid I’ll be found out so I get off at the next station just a few minutes later. I find Gran at the station, I can’t believe she walked this far; she’s trying to board with a fake ticket so I drag her away. We go through a little market, I notice no one’s wearing a mask: they all think they are safe. My cousin is crossing the street nearby without looking where she’s going, a car runs her over, she’s so upset she throws herself at their window just to scare them. She’s immortal after all. I try to book a train ticket for my brother and I to go back home. I can’t seem to be able to type anymore.
Basic Facts About The Moon
I dream that I’m explaining to my brother how the moon was green and inhabited centuries ago, even as late as the 1300s. After all, the moon is just a big chunk that broke away from Earth, everybody knows that. What were the trees and animals like, he asks; it was a very unique ecosystem, I explain, because it evolved on its own for millenniums. Why is the moon so empty now, he asks; because everything died out, I say, but I’m sure if the astronauts would only dig a little they’d find plenty of skeletons.
In Which I Get Along With My Sibs For A Change
I read that I’m reading a book by Taylor Swift, I don’t like it too much so I’m planning to donate it to the local library. My brother is convinced this is his fault somehow, I tell him no, never, I might have a strained relationship with my sister but I love him no matter what.
It’s the twins’ birthday today, my mother is convinced they’re turning 13, it’s more like, 31. We have pizza, laugh, watch a movie about a pale girl possessed by a spirit. She lifts her mask and underneath she has three eyes, each a different color. My sister and I exchange an excited glance,
If she’s possessed, this means Beyoncé will actually voice Beyoncé!
we say together. Then the twins steal one of my old diaries, tease me about my high school crush.
The three of us go out for a stroll together, when we get to town I realize we all forgot to wear our masks. I fish in my bag for my spare one, my brother say no worries, he’s got them, and gives each of us a menstrual pad. That can’t be right, I think, but I glance around and everyone is putting menstrual pads on their faces, wings and all.
Disappointed To Wake Up With No Car. Also TW Animal Suffering
I dream about a mom with two small children, brother and sister. The little girl has a kitten, she doesn’t want to leave it behind but her mom puts it inside a box, tells the daughter “it will be fine”.
It is of course not fine and the kitten suffocates and dies. He turns into the angry ghost of a child, he kills the two little siblings and they turn into ghosts too.
I dream that it’s my birthday and one of my aunts buys me a new car and a Nintendo switch. My brother is jealous and steals the switch.
When You Wake Up Suddenly And It’s Like You Were Just There
I dream that the whole family is at a beach village, one of those Greek sea places with white houses and blue roofs. The sun is shining and it’s clearly summer, still groups of children are coming down stairs and alleys singing a Christmas song, I know it’s Greek because I recognize the world “aletheia”. Another group is singing in… Hebrew? That can’t be right, they don’t celebrate Christmas. Maybe they’re Copts.
As more and more relatives arrive I yearn to go back home and avoid them all, I beg my dad to drive me and he refuses. I walk instead, looking behind my back to see if he changed his mind. I fall asleep on a bench and when I wake up Dad has brought me home on his bicycle.
I want to take a shower but there’s a tray of burned cheese burgers in the bathroom, the smell is foul. My mom sits next to me on my bed and puts some sort of rust colored lotion on my face. Meanwhile, my brother is telling me that Dad is gonna take down our shower panels, that upsets me so much I throw a little, pathetic tantrum.
We sit around the table to eat dinner, both my grandmothers are here. My late grandma G. is slouching back on her chair, she looks like she has no bones and is about to plop on the floor any minute, like she’s made of jelly. I’m explaining to the both of them what 3D glasses are, isn’t it marvelous, I say, how everyone can now see holograms? They don’t really understand the concept. I say, imagine a big red billboard with the name of your favorite supermarket. With my glasses I also can see… I fish around for an actress they would recognize,
I can also see Sofia Loren projected on the billboard, waving at me.
After dinner, my brother attempts to hack into my phone to see if I ever visited a certain city. He’s not gonna find anything, I say confidently. He finds a panoramic photo that looks more like a painting. It’s from my point of view, it looks like I’m sitting in a shabby room. He changes the prospective and we gasp: on my lap there’s a dirty rat with a syringe stuck in its neck. It’s a terrifying close up.
Next I go to the store because it’s my old coworker S.’s birthday and we are planning a surprise party. I buy birthday cards and balloons from him, he doesn’t suspect a thing. I really need to pee though, and I’ll have to hold it because it’s not hygienic to use a public bathroom, Coronavirus and all. I can’t remember my credit card pin, I look it up on my phone, it’s the old Motorola my mom owned in 1997. It’s broken and I can’t seem to fix it and I really need to run home and pee. S. tries to fix it as well, he hands back something that is not my phone, I really don’t care, I grab it and…
I wake up and run to the bathroom.
Just A Little Blood, Really, It’s Fine
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.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 