Tag: school

Touching One’s Face Gives Me Anxiety Now I Wonder Why

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I dream that I’m at school, but also the school is my home and we’re all adults. I say how unsettling it is that it’s November 1st already, I swear it was December just a moment ago. Don’t you feel time is going to fast? I ask one of my schoolmates. No, he says, because I know how to make my life meaningful, and you should too. I can’t do that, I say, because I have ADHD.

Soon afterwards people start vomiting and, trying to give meaning to my life, I rush to help them. It turns out they ate coleslaw last night, the mayonnaise was made in a futuristic transparent machine –bis as a rocketship– and they had to wait 10 minutes and not touch their faces before it was safe to eat it. They didn’t wait.

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My Cat Is Sick And I’m Projecting

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I dream that I’m randomly messaged by a nice older girl on a forum. We decide to meet up on the beach, she asks about art, what are my favorite paintings? I show her a kiosk selling street art: my favorite painting is all of them, combined, all the nuanced colors they create together. We sit together on a rock, cuddling. I think I’m in love.

The next day I’m at school, not interested at all in the literature class I’m attending. We’re reading the first book of a trilogy (His Dark Materials, maybe?), I didn’t even bring my copy with me. What’s the point, I read it so many times already. The teacher is annoyed by my attitude, the other kids are astounded. I’m so glad I’m an adult with better priorities.

Beach girl invites me over to her place so I can meet her roommates. Wait, roommates? Maybe I totally misunderstood her and she’s straight after all. Suddenly shy, I refuse to go and send my cat instead. I have to go to school and sit through a Harry Potter movie with dozens of TV ads. I’m again pretty annoyed and yelling my displeasure at the big screen. In the movie, the actors are digitally de-aged to look like children, it’s rather uncanny valley.

My cat gets lost on the way home. She finally arrives chased by five other cats, black and white like her. She’s so scared, and I love her so much and feel so guilty. The five cats are rattling the balcony window, we can see their silhouettes behind the white curtain, they’re terrifying.

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My Precious Brand New Adidas

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I dream that I’m on a school trip. We stop at a kiosk in the middle of a forest and I buy a strawberry pastry. I’m really tired because I didn’t sleep last night, I don’t think that I can go on, I want to go home instead. There’s another girl who’s equally tired and wants to go too, she’s really cool and I might have a crush on her. The teacher, a short guy with glasses, suggests we take a plane, but that’s a bit excessive. A train, maybe? He offers to drive us to the train station.

I’m not wearing my shoes −just flip flops on socks− and cool girl doesn’t have her phone, we left them insode the school bus. There’s no time, the teacher says, you’ll have everything back tomorrow. And off we go, we’re expecting to see the train station, but he drives us all the way to town. I go directly home and fall asleep.

The morning after I realize my shoes are still missing, I’m so angry at the teacher for making me leave them behind. I try to text cool girl before remembering she doesn’t have her phone. I frantically start looking for my old classmates’ numbers, then I wake up for real and I’m so relieved to realize the shoes are safe and sound in my closet.

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I Finished Elementary School 22 Years Ago

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I dream that I’m sitting through a school test; it’s not difficult but there are too many pages and too many questions, I know I’ll never finish it in time so I just give up. Sitting next to me there’s L., a mousy girl who I haven’t seen or thought about since elementary school. She’s a teenager now, she tells me she has a fever, and couldn’t I buy medicine for her during the weekend? She’ll pay me back on Monday.

Monday is gonna be the last day of school. I lean against the back wall and look at the classroom, so familiar. It’s so strange that I’m about to become an adult and never set foot in a classroom again.

My parents don’t want me to go buy meds for L. There’s a pandemic outside, don’t I know? Also pharmacies are closed on Sundays. Also, also… I’m pretty sure this is a dream, so it’s not like I’m gonna disappoint her.

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Peter The Creep

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I dream that I’m at the beach town, looking for my boss’ son who has been missing for three days. We spot him walking down the street: IRL he’s an old family friend I used to play with as a kid, but in dream I find it normal that he’s also my boss’ son. Now, as an adult, he’s very tall and his eyes are very green. We shake hands awkwardly, then suddenly hug. It feels very nice. He explains he got sick and had to stay at a friend’s house for a while. And he didn’t call his mother?! I think, appalled.

We stop at a cafe, order cappuccinos. The owner is a short, bald man, he tells us he owns three pizza places and five cafes, including one near my building. He can’t remember where though, I ask my whole of family and none of us are able to locate the cafe.

The day after I’m at school, the formerly missing son runs over to me. He’s still very tall, eyes very green. I think I might have a crush. The way the conversation is going, I’m hoping he’s gonna leave his girlfriend for me, but instead he’s leaving her to be with… Peter Pan? The girlfriend is furious, she’s aggressively playing soccer. I try to hug her, but the moment I touch her I start shaking like I’m having a weird alien seizure.

They bring me home, put me to bed, I’m still shaking. I hear footsteps downstairs: I know it’s Peter Pan. Maybe he’s gonna cure me with fairy dust? He steps inside the room, I see he’s not a child, but an adult in a green leafy costume. I’m very disappointed with this casting choice.

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Getting Lost In My Own City Is Perfectly On Brand

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I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.

Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!

Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.

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The Amazing Peeing Cat

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I dream that I’m running late for school, I get quickly dressed in an oversize pink t-shirt and jeans. My mom is waiting for me in the car, she’s driving. Wait, I say, I think I got my period. I rush back inside and to the bathroom. My jeans are a mess. As I’m stripping down my cat jumps on the toilet and starts peeing, a focused, almost painful expression on her face. It’s too late to get to school by now. My parents ask me why I didn’t go, I change the subject and tell them everything about the cat instead.

Now I’m in bed with Corona. I feel fine, I don’t have any symptoms, but my test came back positive and and now I have an app that counts down the days until I die. I’m terrified, I don’t want to die, but all I can do is lie in bed and wait. Six days pass, nothing happens. Maybe there was a mistake? Hopeful, I venture out of bed. My legs feel weak, out of practice. I peek into the living room, ask my family if I could maybe go back to the hospital and be tested again? They tell me to go back to bed and wait to die in silence.

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Some Mornings I Struggle To Remember Anything, Others There’s All These Vivid Details That Have No Logic In Them Whatsoever

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I dream that I’m a Hobbit, but Middle-Earth is empty and destroyed. My friends and I fought the Nazguls, our throats were slit and we woke up as modern humans. Our land is still there though, in a parallel dimension at the other side of my school. Sometimes when students ride their horses they can see the horses of Middle-Earth running on green meadows, alone and free, like they’re on the other side of a mirror.

Desperate for a way back, I locate a portal in NYC. My friend C. is there, she wants me to read her new novel. I tell her the story is a bit offensive towards Boris Johnson, doesn’t she know he almost died of Covid? Now she’s (UNDERSTANDABLY) mad at me. I take her back to my house and introduce her to all my cats, including a playful black kitten and two white and gray old fellas, they knocked over their litter box and it gave them a pink eye each.

My mother announces that my sister, her boyfriend and our neighbor S. (who as usual looks like a child) are all moving in. That upsets me so much I start insulting my sister via texts. I need to shower but I waste time being cruel to her, it gets late and people start coming inside the bathroom, because school is about to start and looks like this bathroom is the way in. I can’t close the door because the lock is a broken zipper and my cousin laughs at me for it.

I decide to use the smaller shower at my house. I throw everyone out, start to undress and feel a small hand grabbing my waist. I’m freaked out because that’s not my hand. It’s my neighbor, so small I didn’t notice him, hiding in the bathroom and being a creep. I throw him out too. Then instead of showering I grab my dad’s hair trimmer and give myself a haircut. The result is ridiculous, but I reason it’ll look okay once I get a perm.

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Just A Little Blood, Really, It’s Fine

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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.

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