A Maze So Recurring By Now I Know Exactly How To Get Out

Posted on August 29, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that the store I work at is now a hospital. Today new recruits, junior doctors and nurses, are arriving, I meet one of them and offer to show her around. She’s a young woman with her son, I show the boy the giant slides on the roof of the hospital, doesn’t he want to play? He says he’d rather stick with his mom.

The hospital is once again a giant maze. After running in circles for a bit I decide to use a secret ladder. It’s a trick I always use in my dreams, I explain to the woman and the boy, maybe it’ll work now even though this totally isn’t a dream, absolutely not, we’re all wide awake.

Finally we reach a classroom, we’re super late so I end up sitting in a student’s desk instead of the teacher’s desk with the other senior employees. My cousin wants to know why I haven’t sent my notes to the other students yet. I rush home and start googling them because of course I misplaced mine. They all seem to be about philosophy and religion. My coworker S. calls me frantically because I’m still not back to the store and he needs help. Meanwhile all the other students are trying to solve a murder.

So Recurring It’s Boring

Posted on August 22, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s raining and I’m late for school, again. As I rush out I see a delivery guy throwing a package against my door. I ask, what the hell?! He says

Miss, it’s raining and I’m tired.

Instead of going to school I find myself at the mall. It’s okay, I think, no one will ever know. Maybe I could even go to the black mall that only seems to exist in my dreams. I’d catch a bus ride if only I could remember the name.

Eden, maybe?

A man is following me, some kind of pervert. I call security on him. Great, now I’ll have to testify at his trial and my parent will know I skipped school.

What if they fail me this year? My sister is back home again and now we’ll have to compete for jobs as well. I decide I should look into hologram technology, if they’re realistic enough my sister will go back to her place and still feel like she’s having dinner with us every night.

I Have A New Neighbor!

Posted on August 9, 2020August 9, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about prepping for my day at school, putting all my books and notebooks in my bag, determined to find out my class schedule this time— (Why do I keep dreaming about this?! As far as I can remember I had no problem keeping track of my schedule back then.)

(At this point I’m woken by my new South American neighbor, who is AS USUAL barking at her phone on the balcony next to my bedroom window. It’s 7:20 of a Sunday morning.)

I fall asleep again and I dream that I go knocking on the woman’s door. I’m welcomed in by the two sisters who used to live here twenty years ago: they are adults now and we chat amicably, catching up on our lives.

I finally reach the garden (how is there a garden inside an apartment?) where my new neighbor is standing. In my broken Spanish, I try to beg her to please, please stop screaming at her phone. She takes my hand and tells me her name is Marisol and she misses her family very much. Then we have to run away because the garden fills with smoke as the building catches fire. A group of firefighters that are actually child acrobats rush in after us.

By now I’m trying to wake myself up because I’m aware I’ve overslept. I have no luck as I keep finding myself inside another nested dream. Since nothing is real anyway, I decide to go outside and make people strip naked.

Social Gatherings Make Me Anxious

Posted on August 8, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

(So many details that I wanted to remember and promptly forgot while still half asleep.)

My sister is studying for her finals. She’s mad at me for getting in the room to look for my backpack.

(Are we teens again, or is this now?)

Rescuing a hen with a broken wing.

(Since when do we live in the countryside?)

I don’t want to go to the school dance. The theme is wild west and I do have quite a nice jacket to wear, but I hate parties and I won’t go.

Gran is disappointed, she really wanted to come with. She looks so young and healthy, her hair is black instead of white.

I feel guilty.

Unexpected Jobs, MILFs and Metamorphoses.

Posted on August 1, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream about going to see a doctor. I go inside his office and there before me, wearing a white coat, is my coworker, S. I’m really surprised, how can he possibly have time to practice? He’s at the store every day! Says he,

I use my lunch break.

He’s somewhat dismissive of my symptoms and it gets me somewhat mad.

I go home and find out a neighbor wants to sue my family for very petty reasons. I invite her over so she can see we’re not so bad after all. She’s in her forties and too uptight to be beautiful, but I still think she’s hot.

The next morning I need to get to school and I’m late, but I’m also suspecting I’m dreaming, that must mean I’m actually early, right? I walk in town with no rush and I waste some time riding a roller coaster at a local festival. Yes, it must be a dream because I’m not even scared.

I walk for a bit in the snow, and it’s really time to wake up and go to school for real, I think. I slap my face, hoping it will do the trick. Then I throw myself down a cliff. Nothing. I yell for my dad, hoping he can help me. I hear a loud whistle in the gray, snowy sky. That sounds more real than the rest of my current reality, so I follow it.

I wake up as a little white and brown dog. I go explore the city again.

So Now Let’s Stop Dreaming About School Grades, Please?!

Posted on July 31, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m in a classroom where the desks are arranged in a circle, because it’s safer against Covid. The teacher calls my name, he asks me a medicine question, I cheerfully inform him that I didn’t study shit and he can go ahead and fail me. My old friend M. looks at me, half impressed and half outraged. She asks what the hell was I thinking, I explain that I am an adult with a job now, and who cares about grades when you can get a paycheck instead?

(This dream left me feeling so vindicated.)

Circus Cats and Violent Delegates

Posted on July 21, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m looking into colleges for when I finish high school. At the same time I’m also my current adult self, so I end up choosing a psychology degree, because it’ll help with my retail job, somehow?? I guess customers do be crazy.

At the same time I’m looking into buying a car, I select an old gray Citroën, extremely boring but it somehow only costs 400 bucks. I can’t even drive but that’s not gonna stop me! I lie in the back seat and smile and smile.

I go home and I find a dozen cats, most of them black. My own cat is conspicuously missing. All the cats are wearing circus clothes. I go fill the bathtub (it’s plastic, transparent blue), they all follow me and jump in the water. I start brushing them with soap and they all look very satisfied, like they’ve been trained for this. There is a white cat with a bleeding injury on her shoulder, and a gray tabby with his legs missing. There also a talking toy astronaut.

Afterward I’m walking home from school and decide to visit the local catholic church. I haven’t been inside the building in years and I don’t like religious institutions on principle, but here I go, and the church is packed so I have to sit on the marble steps.

A bearded man stood up and is now giving a speech a few seats from me. Another guy (I recognize him, it’s a local politician) attacks him, a fist fight ensues. I’m enjoying this more than I can say, these religious types and their hypocrisy! The politician notices I’m chuckling ant attacks me too, scratches my face. I say I’m just an innocent schoolgirl! I’m not though, I’m in my 30s, there’s blood pouring down my face and I’m still laughing.

It’s That Kid Again

Posted on July 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

Guess what, I dream that I’m at school, but I can’t go to my classroom because there are some students sleeping there. It’s part of their religion, I think. AOC is one of them. As I’m waiting in the street for them to wake up, my neighbor’s mom ask where I hid the presents she bought for her son. Because it’s Christmas, and he’s a child again.

Oh no, I hid the presents in the classroom. The boy sneaks inside to go look for them. I follow, angry at how disrespectful he’s being.

My classmates are waking up and emerging from their sleeping bags. They’ve found the presents I hid, an illustrated book and some Harry Potter stickers. They are teasing each other, asking who the kid’s stuff belongs to. They’re mine! Says the actual kid.

Oh, they say, realizing their mistake. Have you been a good boy?

Yes, he replies. They give him his presents.

I go home and cry because I never get any presents from my parents.

Deep Space Store

Posted on July 16, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m repeating the last year of high school. Again. It takes me a while to remember I have a job now and my mornings are booked.

Then I dream that I arrive at space station and visit a big store there. I stumble over my feet and a little boy laughs at me. He’s with his dad. Later the boy has some difficulties with the escalators, I help him out because I’m so generous, the boy follows me around the store and his dad is very worried.

Fruddi The Sci-Fi Teacher

Posted on July 15, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

(I was feeling a bit sick yesterday.)

I dream over and over again that I’m telling Boss Lady over the phone that I can’t possibly go to work in the morning, I could be contagious, I have an upset stomach, and hear how sore my throat is! (I’m faking it).

(I suck it up and go to work in the morning.)

I dream that I’m sitting in my old classroom next to M. the runner. As usual I don’t have any notebooks or pens with me. I confess to M. that I haven’t been able to follow a math lesson in years, I cannot understand it and I’ve stopped trying.

A new teacher shows up: she has red hair and a red beard, she’s wearing glasses, a white blouse with colorful umbrella prints and a rainbow skirt. On her arm, a rainbow umbrella. I observe every detail so later I can describe her to my penpal.

Her name is Fruddi and she’s our new sci-fi teacher. There’s something unsettling about her.

*(Photo by Rajshri Bharath KS on Unsplash*)

She writes a poem on the blackboard in her very neat handwriting. I’m sitting front row resting my chin on my hands, looking bored. She demands why I’m not copying the poem down, I say what’s the point? I’ll google it at home. She rants and rave about today’s lazy youth, I tell her, deadpan,

I am smart and I am confident and you won’t judge me.

She looks at me pensively. She knew a boy once, she says, who was so lazy. He was so lazy he never found a job and stayed home with his momma. This makes me angry, I walk straight to her face and hiss,

Or maybe he was severely depressed.

Fruddi looks dumbstruck. Come with me, she says. She leads me to the school graveyard, old tombstones and overgrown greenery. It looks so pretty I wish I had a camera with me.

Fruddi leads me to her family chapel, where a mummy lays on the stone. This is my boy, she says, taking the body in her arms. I’m so scared and she’s distracted, so I run back to the classroom, but the other kids have left.

I track them to the gym. The boys are playing soccer with famous footballer Christian Vieri. The girls are sitting in a low pool, looking adorable in matching swimsuits and caps. I run to them and relay my scary mummy story. They all console me.

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