I dream that both my brother and sister are at home and we’re trying to get along. It’s September and I’m so excited about Fall and then Christmas. The trees are heavy with raspberries, and outside my window there’s a garden covered in big purple eggplants. On TV there’s a show with Katie McGrath.
Tag: relatives: siblings
Enough With The Nails!
I dream that a doctor visits our house in the morning, he wakes up and visit my sister, then my brother, than myself. After my check up he paints my nails with some sort of medical nail polish. Later, when I wash my hands, my nails produce a stream of dust? Earth? It washes down the sink.
Some Snippets That As Usual Feel Like They Belong Years In The Past
I dream that I’m walking to school when I realize I’m not wearing a mask, I put a scarf over my face and run to the city market. I buy ten surgical masks from a stall and I’m so mad about wasting my money like that.
Then I dream that my sister bursts in my room upset because she no longer can become a teacher: she asked a friend to mail some forms and he sent the wrong ones. To make her feel better I tell her the same exact thing happened to me; it somehow makes her even angrier.
Then I dream that I’m playing a videogame with my siblings while simultaneously living it. We’re on a pirate island, swimming in the beautiful tropical water to look for treasures at the bottom. We’re about to enter a yellow building when my mom appears at our door carrying a plate of pancakes.
Riker Does Sound Like A Good Cook
I dream that my Gran is hospitalized in a clinic somewhere in a far away city, I move in a building close by so I won’t leave her alone, but I can never visit her and can only call her at night. My siblings arrive and we have a huge fight because they think I’m awful. I ask why, they say it’s because I don’t care about Gran. Of course I care, I say, I moved all the way here! No you didn’t, they say, you just dreamed about doing it. And indeed we are back home.
We sit down to have dinner and someone knocks at the door. It’s Johnathan Frakes, who’s our neighbor. He’s wearing an apron and oven mittens and carrying some sort of casserole he made for us. I go look in our childhood album for photos of him and Marina Sirtis and give them to him as thanks.
Another One I Have No Memory Of So I’ll Just Paste My Notes
I dream that I’m playing a complicated quest game that has real consequences with my siblings. We rummage through a box of old photos to find a code that will open an obelisk. We have to compete on a cooking contest. An old man appears from nowhere and asks for a cup of tea. In the end I have a teary heart-to-heart with my sister; I still wouldn’t let her back to my room though.
I’m Getting Anxious To Record My Dreams, IN My dreams
I dream that I’m traveling with my siblings committing murders, and I’m taking notes of everything we do so I can write it all down on this blog (ha!). The police is growing suspicious so we ask our dad to pick us up. We wait for him on the shores of a small lake, marveling at how people swim and sunbathe just like it was an ocean.
I dream that I’m biking around town. I stop to pick up my late Grandma G’s doctor prescriptions. I have a little brother, 3 years old, and I’m convinced that he’s a genius. He’s able to locate every part of the body (armpits, chin, feet, hands) and count to twenty. Maybe we’ll have him skip kindergarten and go directly to primary school.
Twenty Years Later I’m still Heartbroken About That Doll
I dream that it’s raining and I’m looking transfixed at a toy store window. On display there is a secondhand Skipper doll, just like the one I had as a child. I walk inside and ask how much she is, the owner says 45 bucks. I buy her. The owner leads me to a basement where he’s keeping a dozens vintage porcelain dolls. I think I recognize some of them, as if they were mine in a past life. I tell the owner about how my father maliciously decapitated my old Skipper (this happened IRL). Moved, he takes a tiny paintbrush to add some details to the new one, make her extra special for me.
Then I dream that my siblings and I are children again and we are moving to a new house. We decide who gets which room, we sell all our plants. We dismantle the old kitchen. Deep down I’m sad to leave the old house and I know I will miss the local stray cats. I’m relieved when I wake up and realize I’m not moving after all.
College Days, Homesickness and… Violent Deaths?
I dream that I’m in college, which is quite rare, it’s usually− almost exclusively really− high school. My mom and siblings are staying with me for a few days, they will need to go soon and I’m feeling heartbroken: I have no idea when I’ll be able to see them again.
Mom offers to drive everyone to Ikea to make me happy. A couple kids from college pile in the car with us, they aren’t much older than children. They sit on each other’s lap in the front seat. Mom is a rather bad driver, she goes really slow and hits every bump on the road (she actually can’t drive IRL).
At Ikea we are greeted by a girl with a big smile. She points to a pair of mummified legs hanging from the front door, explains that they belonged to a coworker, a girl who died on the job. I look away.
Instead I ask the two college children when is the academic year supposed to end; they say winter. It’s only June, it’ll be ages until I can go back home, I realize with a pang of despair.
There is an old book in my bag, white cover. My old high school crush gave it to me and I must have borrowed it to the library at some point, but now it’s back with me. The first pages are a journal recording my college years, the handwriting is beautiful and there are sketches of friends I’m sure I made up. Then there are a few colorful comic panels. One is the story of a geeky red haired boy and his fat emo girlfriend.
I’ve started journaling again on the last pages, and I’m panicking because I’m quickly running out of space.
Mall Trip With The Rich
I dream about meeting an old French woman. An aristocrat, maybe? She takes my siblings and I to the mall, wants to buy us presents. I settle on a Disney board game, but I realize my siblings are picking really cheap presents and I put it back.
I notice an aisle with pretty stickers and go examining them. A little boy is staring at me. I stare him back, angry. He says,
I guess you’re cute, even though you’re old.
I find a little book of Chinese stickers. The old lady wants me to translate them, I start scribbling with a pencil as fast as I can, it’s getting late and I desperately want to go home. The old lady won’t let me go until I finish.
Quality Sibs Time
In this dream I’m getting along with my siblings, for a change. We’re playing with our Legos, I’ve put together a big sister and a little brother with pig ears, nose and tail. He needs surgery! I yell. I scratch away his eyes, but then I drop him and can’t find him anymore.
My brother starts turning purple and floating against the ceiling. I google his symptoms, and yes, it’s Covid! What am I gonna do, I need to go back to work, I can’t be quarantined. I call the hospital for help, Sandra Oh answers the phone.
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