I dream that the stray kitten we found, Bea, is actually a boy! My sister names him Fritz, she’s mad because we should adopt him right away. I give Fritz a long bath.
Tag: relatives: sis
Catching Up
I dream that I’m watching a movie with Brad Pitt. He shrinks into weirder and less intelligent little creatures, looking like those ugly gargoyles on top of medieval churches. He gets tiny and bony with long limbs, and he moves around rolling. Eventually he turns into a long thing with short legs, similar to a dachshund, with tiny wings on his back. “I’ve regressed back into my purest form: I’m now an angel,” he says, and flies away.
I dream that I have three feet, two of them facing opposite sides at the end of my right leg. It suddenly occurs to me that this isn’t normal and most people only have two feet. I go to God and explain him the situation. He sends me to the Divine Supermarket, I check through the isles and pick up the Toothpaste of Sexual Prowess, then put it back; it’s not gonna help me, nothing here can. Eventually mi sister cures me with phoenix juice.
I dream that my sister is leaving for a fancy foreign school and needs a place to spend the night before boarding her plane. We look into renting a Lego house: this is not a regular sized house made of Legos, but a tiny toy house that she will fit in somehow. We contact a guy but the price for his Legos are really inflated, so I decide to just lend her my old toy house instead.
That night we are celebrating at a food stall, the cook immediately recognizes us as the cheapskates that didn’t rent his Legos. A fight ensue and we are all arrested. Now we are a family of redheads at the police station, our mom is a Mediterranean-looking woman who can slow time, but just for a little bit. We are tasked with searching tokens and puzzle pieces around the room, if we can complete the puzzle we’ll go back to yesterday before being arrested. The stakes are high and we’re all sweating and panicking, but we complete the puzzle just seconds before the guards arrive!
I Wish That Were Me
I dream that my sister is flying to New York to get a film degree. She’s got a new camera that is better than mine, I’m jealous as hell but I’m trying not to show it. I even teach her a trick for stabilizing a shot without a gimbal.
We get to her classroom for the intro lesson and the professor points me to the students’ seats because I’m carrying my own camera like always, but I shake my head and I go sit with the other relatives. The whole thing is so bittersweet.
Anxiety Really Does Feel Like You Can’t Breathe
I’m about to wake up, worrying I don’t have any dream to write down. I can feel my blanket covering my face, I open my eyes and can only see a close up of the fabric with red light filtering through it. I feel like I can’t breathe and that’s silly, because it’s summer and I sleep with no blanket at all.
Now I’m in my mom’s bed, I can hear her talking from the living room, but when I turn she’s there on the other side of the bed. “How can you be in two places at once?!” I ask. She silently rolls over and smothers me (my mom’s quite fat.)
Now I’m back in my own bed, I can see my sister sitting on the floor, giggling. Is she really back, or am I still dreaming? I poke her with my foot. She’s still giggling. I’m still not sure, but I kick her for good measure.
One part of my brain is taking notes to write this all down on my dream blog. Actress Katy Manning is narrating my thoughts; she’s walking down a beach wearing a big red flamenco dress. it’s night and the sky is covered with a myriad of starts, and the Aurora Borealis too,
When I wake up for real it takes a few minutes to convince myself I’m not still dreaming.
Here We Go Again.
(I have an important appointment today so of course I had a series of nested dreams where I woke up and tried getting ready only to fail miserably.)
It starts always the same way, I get up and go take a shower. Then I accidentally flood the bathroom, or panic because I’ve overslept and it’s only ten minutes until my appointment. One time my sister asks her friends to barricade themselves inside the bathroom just to spite me and they all smell and have greasy white people dreads. Another time there’s a dozen workers dressed in bright orange, staring at me from the bathroom window. A couple of times I just fly away and start having sex with people on the streets, because that’s what I do when I’m lucid dreaming.
Meeting People
I dream that my sister came back home and we fight fight fight. I’m in town sitting on a bench, talking about it with my dad, when the Queen of England sits on my other sides. She thanks me for helping her the last time, and I absolutely don’t remember ever meeting her before. She needs my help now because she wants to show Hercules, the Disney cartoon, to Prince Louis and doesn’t know if it’s appropriate for his age. I assure her I used to love Hercules as a child. We speak in different languages and she compliments me on my pronunciation. She notices I’m looking dejected, she learns about my sister and nods gravely. Okay, she says, early tomorrow morning we leave from Bangkok and you’re coming with us. I say no, absolutely no, I can’t travel, I don’t even have a swimsuit. It’s out of the question. The next morning I’m on a Thai beach.
Then I dream that I’m Lady Gaga trying to infiltrate a Nazi stronghold. Hitler himself is there and he’s looking for me, but thankfully with a surgical mask on my face, no eye makeup and a fake accent he doesn’t recognize me.
Oddly Satisfying
I dream that I’m home celebrating Christmas with old friends, as always glad that Summer’s over. My old best friend M. teases me about crushing on cartoon characters when we were children, and how she already knew I was gay back then. I tell her I’m bi actually, even though I like women better.
Some black haired guy arrives, flirts with my friend. Everybody is amused because they know I’m gonna be jealous. I try to ignore him as he goes towards the bedrooms, then we hear screaming: I find him on one knee and my sister outraged, she threw a box of pencils at him because he proposed after meeting her for the first time. I grab him by the collar and drag him back to the living room, throw him on the floor, straddle him and start throwing punches. My technique isn’t too effective, but it feels good.
Lately It’s Dad And Sis.
I dream that I’m a comic convention with my siblings, I look and look but can’t find anything I’d like to buy. I realize with horror I’m too old to be a nerd. We stop at the stand of a fortune teller who as a long queue of customers waiting. My sister waits for her turn, then asks to the fortune teller for help. “I already did”, the woman says enigmatically and dismisses her. I’m angry because she’s obviously a con artist. That night we sneak into her house, her assistant finds us and shaves our eyebrows before setting the whole building on fire.
Then I dream that my dad is leaving for a journey and I don’t know where he’s going, I have to coax my sister into telling me, she eventually confesses that he’s flying to Sri Lanka, which is located at the North Pole. It’s a long, dangerous flight and my dad doesn’t like adventures, why is he going? She eventually confesses that he’s headed to a city called Lilium, looking for a white flower with healing powers. Suspicious, I ask my if she’s sick or injured. “I thought I was” she says sheepishly. Did my dad leave for nothing?
It’s Been Years Since I’ve Been In Venice And It Haunts Me Still.
I dream that I don’t wanna go to school, I want to stay home and watch girls kiss on Lucifer. My dad is obviously pissed, I fake a cough and my sister jumps to my defense, says I obviously have Covid and it would be cruel to make me go.
We go to Venice instead. My sister and I are on a water bus and we miss our stop, I see my dad looking at us from the crowd, his disappointed face is a lion’s. We get off at the next stop, my sister is freaking out because we don’t know where we are, but I’m the Venice expert after all, I guess we’re near the train station. Still, I hope it’s all just a bad dream and I’ll wake up safely in my bed, instead of having to travel all the way back home. I jump up and down, trying to wake up with no avail. We go buy train tickets, the journey is gonna be several hours long and we won’t be back home until next morning. I groan and groan and wake up safely in my bed.
My Sister Getting Angry Is The Only Plausible Thing.
I dream that there’s a new Murder, She Wrote season on TV and it’s all anyone can talk about. Meanwhile I get a cake box in the mail, I’m really excited to open it but instead of cake I find fried chicken inside, I’m disappointed because I don’t eat meat. A penpal sent it to me from Asia, what was she thinking? My sister eats the chicken while I help her with an art assignment: I’m supposed to draw the Muses from Hercules and I think I’m doing a decent job, but she still gets mad at me and throws a giant tantrum.
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