Feeling Trapped And Unable To Travel I Guess

Posted on March 4, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about a strange place where everybody is trapped inside a white underground world, also everyone has a clone. I think these people might be very sophisticated androids, as there’s s guy from the outside controlling them all. One android who looks like Gina Rodriguez feels the calling from the green windy hills outside, she wants to escape and the others are ordered to kill her. They accidentally kill her clone instead, and she’s free.

Then I dream I’m staying at my Gran’s and pretending I have a stomachache so I don’t have to eat her food. We go on vacation together, I park my car on the outskirts of town before joining her. Its s beautiful beach town, it looks European but the ocean is tropical; I take a lot of pictures. When it’s time to go I walk back to my car, a boxy little thing, white with blue accents. As I drive back to Gran I remember I don’t have a license, what will I do if a cop stops me?

Some Food Choices

Posted on March 15, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m in my living room with my sister, and it seems like we have more pets than previously accounted for. I feel guilty because I’ve always poured all my love into my IRL cat and ignored all these other animals! I’m a monster.

There’s a poodle, its white curly fur all dirty like we never bathed him. There’s another cat, a tabby, and an orange robot monkey. The tabby brings a bowl of food to the monkey, who makes a disgusted face. I say pointedly,

Be kind!

The monkey obeys me and starts eating, but I realize there’s mostly hay and rocks in the bowl and take it away. My mother is sitting on the couch, she asks if she can have it. I say no, it’s dirty and the animals ate in it. She says it doesn’t matter, she can have her floss directly from the box.

I ask her if she’s really eating floss, she says,

Yes, the minty one. Can you bring it? It’s on my nightstand.

Remembering a Romantic Trip

Posted on February 13, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

My penpal C. is visiting again, all my schoolmates are excited because she’s quite popular, apparently? I feel guilty because we used to be so close and now we barely talk anymore.

I find an old journal that describes a trip to Paris C. and I took together ten years ago. It was incredibly romantic, I’d even asked everyone at school to help me confess my love, and that’s why they are all so excited now, they still remember it.

I decide to recapture the magic by accompanying her to the airport, I tell her I’m so sorry she stayed so little. There are other Asian people at the airport, but we suddenly realize they are all robots and she’s the only human. She ‘s worried climbing up the ladder to the plane, she thinks everyone is gonna be racist because of Coronavirus.

It’s late evening and I’m walking down a street in my town. All along the street there are shelves upon shelves from a store that is closing up, a failing business, probably. I want to look through the shelves but I’m afraid it’s not allowed. Eventually I see among the other products a stand with stickers and I rush over: I don’t care if they’re not for sale, I want all the damn stickers!

Space and Cooking

Posted on February 6, 2020February 7, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m traveling on a cruise spaceship. A woman asks me why I’m not wearing a jacket – I think she’s supposed to be my grandmother, but she isn’t really. I tell her I’m not cold. It’s really cold in the ship and I’m clearly lying.

We arrive to a planet, start orbiting around it. An alien robot knocks on our glass door: he looks like something out of Futurama, tall and metallic, with a goatee that make him look like the devil, and four arms. The first thing he does inside our spaceship is turning the AC off, because it’s so cold. He tells me he used to pretend to be human, but has learned to accept himself. Then he goes back home, sits at his pipe organ and plays an evil song, which I think sounds very familiar.

Steven Universe exits the spaceship, and now my sister and I are watching him on TV. The planet’s ground is reddish brown, and the sky is purple. He buries some seeds: we know they are supposed to show his true love. A ghost-like projection of Connie Maheswaran emerges from the ground, and the real Connie looks at it confused. Steven blushes and runs away.

My dad is driving me to school. From the car window I see three people walking near the local park, two old classmates, both short with glasses, followed by Nicole Maines. I tell dad Nicole is a new student at my school.

I need to pass an entrance exam to start the new year: it’s a cooking exam, the teachers/judges are two Asian women. One is very nice, the other is extremely mean and keeps telling us we’re gonna fail.

I prepare two sandwiches, I put eggs, salad, shrimp and tomatoes inside. I find a shrimp oil bottle; it tastes rather strong, but just a few drops should be enough to give my sandwiches the right kick. The mean teacher notices this and tells me I’ve made the wrong choice and already sealed my fate. The girl sitting next to me smiles sympathetically; she is steaming something in a pressure pot and looks very flushed.

I bring my sandwiches to the judges, making sure to put the best looking one on the mean lady’s side. She immediately swaps it and takes the ugly sandwich. As she eats it, I realize with horror I forgot to put eggs in it, and indeed she gleefully tells me how bad it tastes. At least the other teacher seems to really like hers.

Fantastical Mountains

Posted on January 4, 2020January 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m on a quest with a party of adventurers, we’re trekking the mountains of a fantasy land. I come across a samurai who challenges me to a duel; we can’t fight up here though, we need to go back home, somehow. Eventually I borrow a big, heavy falchion from a companion and transfer my consciousness inside a town robot, big and awkward and clunky like something out of Machinarium.

The city is cold, but I feel terribly hot because my body is still up on the mountains. A cop shows up and tries to arrest me, I fight him without talking because, even though I look like a robot, he’d still recognize my voice.

Back to the mission, one of our party’s secret agents, a woman in the body of a little girl in pigtails, sneaks inside a mountain house. Her plan is to hide for a few hours, but she’s discovered by the place’s owner, who happens to be Meryl Streep. Meryl sees the little girl wearing a floral pinafore, hiding under her bed, and assumes she’s an orphan escaping from the war. She decides to adopt her. News of her generosity spread and more and more children show up at her house.

*( Photo by Christian Löhner on Unsplash )*

Now our prospective zooms out, from the green peaks to the blue planet we’re on to the blackness of space to a second red planet orbiting around us. I’m sitting behind my computer screen and fixing sliders on my sim world, because I’ve been playing a game all along.

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