Longing For The Red Planet

Posted on March 3, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I have a nested dream, I wake up and jump out of bed to go hiking, sometimes I only make it out of the room, sometimes I make it as far as far as the mountains, but I always, inevitably find myself back in bed.

Then I dream that two old schoolmates are colonizing Mars. They don’t even need space suits, they can easily use virtual reality and project a 3D image of themselves on the planet, from the safety of their ship. They stroll around in the red dust wearing their black emo clothes, eventually they find a tree. It’s a dead tree, but still, what a discovery! They both take selfies with it and text them to me.

I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together

Posted on January 27, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.

I Can’t Remember Much Except That I Was Really Uncomfortable

Posted on October 19, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m at some lady’s house nosing around and I end up ruining her husband’s tape recorder. We go for a night drive, stop at an insurance place and the guy inside has a gun, he scares the hell out of me. I need to leave Earth, I try to board on a rocketship but there’s a cat shaped little demon that stops me.

Something about…

Posted on May 10, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

Something about being so upset I’m just crying on the floor, and everyone is ignoring me because my family cannot fulfill my emotional needs.

Something about being a stranded time traveler who finally finds a time machine and goes to visit a lonely man in a little space ship and then goes back to the year 1957.

Something about a man making a deal with Death to get family and fortune, promising he’ll be happy in return. He’s not happy so he gets turned into a garden gnome. Death’s name is Leonard.

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.

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