I dream about an elegant house built on the sea, where you can go swimming and look for sunken treasures. Then I dream about a 6 foot tall chocolate egg.
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I Wish
I dream that I came in second at a photography contest, everybody is complimenting me and I feel very accomplished. Before going back home I stop at the beach, it’s dark and the moon just shines over the water. I strip naked and walk into the sea, I close my eyes for a while and just relax.
I Just Want To Go Out And Take Pictures, Man
I dream that I’m watching a TV show, it’s a love story between a model and a producer. He’s got nice eyes but ugly teeth, he’s old and bony, but surprisingly I’m into it. He looks sweet and melanchonic. In the scene I’m watching they’re talking about Hamilton, specifically praising Renée Elise Goldsberry’s performance, I wholeheartedly agree with them. I want to watch the whole scene again, but I wake up.
Now I’m on a school trip, we walk on a long, white bridge. In front of us there’s a beach, behind us a rocky, misty hill. I take pictures to send my dad, even though he’s also here with me. I explain I’m sending them to the version of him that is sitting home on the couch. Eventually he’ll join bodies with that version.
We climb the hill, there’s an equally misty village on top. We spot a comic book store but it’s closed, maybe they’re on a lunch break? No, someone reads out loud the sign on the door, they’re on vacation on November 1st, 2nd and 3th. All my schoolmates grumble, just our luck.
The sun is setting, now we’re all sitting on the beach around a fire. I take more pictures of my friends, they turn out pretty but too bright.
Area Woman Decides To Wake Up Early And Shower, Has All Night Anxiety About It
I dream that it’s Christmas and I’m typically upset about not receiving any presents. I storm in my room and brood a bit, yell a bit at my neighbors for blasting far-right propaganda from their windows. I know I need to go shower, yet I waste hours playing Pokémon on an old Game Boy Advance. I feel so bad for procrastinating. My brain is like mush.
I finally get up and step in the shower box, I struggle not to just sit down and brood some more. No, I need to concentrate on the task ahead. My grandma is there too (now the shower is the size of a large room with black marble walls), she’s standing on a stool and trying to take a picture from a slit window, she says she wishes her phone had a better camera. Well, I have a better camera!
The ocean is on the other side of the window, blue and shiny and I start taking pictures. Now the shower is an open space on the beach and the walls are bamboo. I feel guilty about leaving the water running, but the sun is setting and I need these pics for my Instagram. Beach goers try to shower and I shoo them away. Two men are painting the wall of a building with Michelangelo’s frescoes, I take picture after beautiful picture. The beach employees are trying to stop me. The water is still running.
Warning: Somewhat Horror (Also, Sorry, Mom)
I dream that my mother and I are taking part in a horror tour. It’s night when our bus arrives at a haunted old mansion, we get inside along with all the other guests, cheering and laughing.
The mansion is haunted alright, but I soon figure out the ghosts and other scary presences (mostly dead girls, pale, bleeding) cannot be touched and can’t harm us in any way. I feel relieved, amused, even. There’s something else about the house though, something odd: it seems to be able to read our minds. I can think about anything I want, anything at all, and the house makes it happen.
I want to buy a souvenir. I see a dish set hanging from the wall, beautiful golden and white plates. As soon as I think it the set flies into my arms and the money leaves my bank account, just like magic. I ask for the check and it’s projected directly into my brain. I say out loud I’d rather have a paper copy and a young maid brings it to me. She says,
Thank you, these numbers will help me win the lottery, back in 2005.
I go back to the bus and realize my mother is nowhere to be found. As I’m starting to worry she finally runs out from the main door, looking frantic, screaming, her face contorted with fear. A waiter is following her, his white shirt covered in yellow puke. I have a moment of terrifying realization: this cannot be my mother. She would never act like this. This is a ghost trying to escape, and my real mother is still trapped inside.
Everybody begs me to stop, but I’m already running back. The doors close behind me, the tour bus leaves, and with a shiver I realize I’m the one being trapped here. Just like the house wanted.
I wake up and fall back to sleep. Now I’m at home, waiting for the police to arrive. A man with round glasses has showed me the future, I know I’m wanted, I know the police will seize all my favorite pens (I hide them, just in case), and I know that my mother will be arrested as well.
I see a police car and a van arriving and parking outside. As I open the door I tell my parents to stay calm: surely it’s all a mistake, if we explain ourselves we can avoid any trouble. I open the door and dozens upon dozens of officers pour in. Most of them go directly to my bedroom (my poor pens!) but their chief stays to interrogate me. She’s a blonde woman, tall, extremely beautiful but there’s something cold in her eyes, something not human. I realize in a moment she’s one of the ghosts from the hunted house, and she wants to steal my body and give it to one of her ghosts friends.
Years later I get out of prison. The beautiful blonde chief is waiting for me and we kiss passionately. Am I still me? Am I a ghost? I cannot tell. Flash forward a few more years, I’m on boat on a stormy ocean. The boat sinks and I wash ashore on a beautiful island. I lost my memory.
My alarm rings.
I’m Sure There’s A Name For This Phenomena
I dream that I’m trying to wake up, I want so badly to wake up but whenever I think I’ve done, it I open my eyes and I know the world I’m in isn’t real.
There’s my sister watching DC cartoons in my room (how dares she?) then I wake up again and I can hear her watching in the living room instead. I drag myself out of bed, find my dad, grab him by the jacket, beg him to wake me up.
I’m still asleep! I tell him frantically. This isn’t real! You have to come to my room and shove me out of bed, it’s the only way!
It doesn’t work. I wake up again and since nothing is real I decide to fly out of the window. I fly over a blue, shiny ocean, I get to watch seagulls up close.
I come across a flying carrier transporting giant containers. I know this is the villains, so I break inside a container using my super strength. I find thousands and thousands of my old books and drawings. I walk around the plane and make people have sex with each other, so I can watch.
Mysterious Pastries and Paper Hells
We have a new kitten in the house, she’s honey-colored and real cute, I try to take pictures but my little sister is always in the way. I’m the middle one of three young sisters with long brown curls.
My old priest comes by to talk us into coming back to church, I’m not home but my two sisters are in their room, already tucked in bed. The older one, who’s about sixteen, asks him for takeaway pizza money, the house has big windows and a mother passing by is scandalized to see the priest bending over a bed, giving money to a half-naked teen. The older sister blackmails the priest into giving her more money because, she threatens him, she took pictures and she’ll release them! The parents come home and she quickly hides a photo album.
Meanwhile I’m in town, it’s a gray, rainy day and a guy named Peace texts me: he wants to meet at a certain pastry store. His coworker demands to know why, she’s a blonde woman with an 80s perm walking next to me. I google the name and find out it was some sort of… fairy tale themed place? My great aunt D., who’s also there, reveals that the store burned down months ago, maybe the guy would like to go to (she points) that pink donuts stand instead?
The truth is, the pastry store has reopened in a new, secret location that only great aunt D. knows, there is a hidden clue embroided with a red thread in her white shirt sleeve. She refuses to show us the sleeve, and later when she’s filming a Youtube video she CGIs it out, just to spite us. Her pettiness doesn’t work because I find the store on my own and I follow her to the nearby sea town just to rub it in her face.
There are too many people around, a crowd cheering on a parade. I try to get away but people surround me, a girl laughs in my face and I yell to keep her germs away. I can’t find my way home.
Now I’m a little boy, and I’m lost, my parents and two sisters have been searching me for years. I walk and walk until I can see the coastline, there are lions on the beach. Eventually I arrive in some sort of carnival town where everything is made of colorful papier-mâché. My family find me as I walk on a stage that is literal hell: there are paper flames and a paper Devil, blond with piercing blue eyes. He recognizes my older sister, the one who took pictures of the priest and is now a prostitute, and tells her she’s doomed.
I offer myself in exchange for her soul. The Devil lifts me by the armpits, looks into my big, childish eyes and can’t find a trace of sin in me. We go back in time and my sister is a pure young girl again, riding her bike with a purple helmet and a big smile.
Another Doctor Who Episode
The Doctor and her companions are fleeing on a big sailing ship, the Master hot on their trail. It’s a spectacular journey, the ship is so fast, it flies, it jumps, it skids beautifully on giant water slides.
They reach the far corner of the map, then turn around and sail to the other end. The Master finally catches up with them, he sighs, he moans, he monologues, and then he lets the Doctor go: after all, he can’t live without his best enemy.
Regular Day At Home
I find a letter from an old penpal in the mail box, the envelope is filled with stickers and washi tape. I’m very happy for the free stuff, but also I won’t reply because she’s too clingy and if she hears from me she won’t leave me alone ever again. I climb the stairs back to the apartment and pound on the bathroom door, since my sister has been locked in for ages. Her pet tiger roars at me.
Then I watch a Batman episode on TV, but I’m also living it. People in my living room are eating cake made by a group of young women, Emma Watson is among them but she’s not the leader. The frosting was poisoned and people start falling down, not me because I didn’t eat any. Batman won’t save us because he’s exploring the oceans, his submarine looks like a giant black pencil. He hears about the poisoning and the episode ends.
A Lonely Puppy and a Trip by the Sea
From my room’s window I see an older woman speaking to her grandson. The child has a puppy with him, small and gray and furry, and the woman is trying to convince him to abandon it. The puppy’s name is George.
Later that day I’m talking to a group of friends in my house, who also happen to be veterinarians. I tell them about poor George and how worried I am about him. Couldn’t they take him to the vet clinic with them? He’s so small it wouldn’t be too much of a bother! No, they tell me, they already have too many dogs as it is.
I look out of the window again and see George running in the park, he’s all alone. I go downstairs and there are more vets in the parking lot, washing dogs with a water hose. I call George and he runs to me waggling his tail, I notice he’s not a puppy after all, but a big pit bull with gray and brown fur and the sweetest eyes.
While I’m walking in town a man approaches me. He explains he’s a phone technician and he’s looking for a certain local village. I realize he’s going the wrong direction, so I invite him to follow me.
As we walk I show him the town’s churches and squares and explain their history. We eventually reach a cliff by the sea, and I don’t know how to proceed beyond that. My black shoes get all sandy. I find a lost, old-fashioned cell phone on the ground, I go through the contacts to find out who it belongs to, but a red-haired boy arrives to claim it.
I start chatting with two black girls. I tell them I’m an independent woman who can support herself with her work, my gran is listening from the phone in my pocket and she says out loud that I’m lying. One of the girls stop at a restaurant on the beach because she’s a waitress there. I stop at the soap store, I look for disinfectant but it’s all gone because of the new Coronavirus. I buy banana toothpaste instead.
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