I dream that I’m going grocery shopping with my cousin; we pick the usual supermarket, always the same one. We get bread, squid, beef. The police is waiting for us outside, I wear my Falcon wings (yes, the Marvel one) and fly away. I get home and find out my mom has been arrested; my dad and brother are waiting for me in the living room, they explain that the country is now under a dictatorship and we’ve lost our freedom of speech. How long have I been out, I wonder. And also, is the police listening to us through our phones? Dad gives me a green glowy sticker, he’s acting like it’s very important. I stick it to my mug and drink some tea; I’m now transported into a magical dream world where I can talk to my mom. I’m a small boy and she is Princess Leia.
Tag: star wars
Content Warning If You Don’t Like Insects
I dream that a big black bug flies in my bedroom, I take pictures of it as I try to shoo it out the window. Later I look through the pictures; in the first one the bug is in my mouth and I’m trying to crush it with my teeth. In the second one the bug is inside my cat’s mouth. In the third one, my cat is inside my mouth. Finally, in the fourth one, my head is coming out from my cat’s mouth, and it’s grotesque, I look like Darth Maul.
I decide to never show these pictures to anybody.
I Woke Up In The Middle Of The Night And Wrote Some Stuff Down, Here It Is.
I dream that I’m on a plane with a child. I’m accused of stealing some batteries but I didn’t. There’s a guard assigned to me. We stop in New York but don’t see any of it, only pictures. Renée Elise Goldsberry is there, she wants to be a model but doesn’t know how to use a camera, she tosses it up in the air and poses. When the camera splatters on the ground she buys another. I also meet Luke and Leia’s real mom, she’s a blonde Karen-like housewife who had a one night stand with Darth Vader.
Xmas Again??? Star Wars Again???
I dream that I’m watching a Christmas movie with my siblings. There are three happy children living in a really cold place, shopping at the local market. That night they fall through a mirror and end up on a sunny mountain, surrounded by rocks and strange mushroom. I recognize the place, it’s Naboo! Queen Amidala approaches, but she’s a CGI cartoon, like in Clone Wars.
I Stand By My Ew
I dream that there’s a black cat flirting with my sister: he might be a cat, but he’s also a man. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him outside. The window is open and my calendar (Murder, She Wrote themed if I remember correctly) flies out, landing on the grass of the park outside. I order my sister to keep an eye on it (“don’t lose sight of it even for a moment!”) and run out. The park is full of children picking up garbage for a school project. The calendar is nowhere to be seen. I grab the fence with both hands and beg them to look through their garbage sacks.
Then I dream that I’m banned from a wallpaper site after commenting “ew” under a Kylo Ren picture.
Nice And Fantasy, Suddenly Star Wars
I dream about three children, prisoners in a secret facility. Adults keep asking them about a code, but the kids don’t know of any code. Eventually a woman (heavy make up, harsh looking) take them to a dungeon where they are told they have to collect glowing seeds throughout several levels; they only have fifteen minutes to do so and unfortunately the dungeon is inhabited by an evil shape-shifting monster.
The first level is a set of towering staircases, the children climb them out of their breath, looking behind their back for the monster. They get the seeds at the top of the highest staircase, they are rushing back when an old scientist, head of the project, walks towards them with a smile, asking for the seeds. They know it’s the monster and decapitate it with a silver sword. They are acutely aware of all the time they have wasted.
The second level is a Star Wars podrace. The kids have to score first, second and third place to win the glowing seeds, but Sebulba comes in third instead, they have to kill him too. The monster has now shape shifted into Anakin Skywalker. One of the children is the son of Anakin and Yoda, he’s very scared of his evil father. At this point they all look like cartoon characters from Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
The children realize they’ve wasted too much time and the fifteen minutes are almost over. They decide to reset the timeline and start over, they find themselves being brought into the dungeon again. They rush to the first level without listening to the head scientist’ explanation: they’ve heard it before.
The level is now a wall full of empty shapes. There are many people in the room, the children must ask each of them to give up a beloved object: it will magically turn into a shape that fit in the wall. The task is almost completed when I wake up, a bit disappointed because I wanted to see the dungeon finally cleared.
He’s Always My Kid Neighbor Even Though He’s A Lawyer With A Beard Now
I dream that I’m with my whole family watching a Christmas movie that is inexplicably my mom’s favorite soap opera, set in the summer. My neighbor is there, he points on the screen at a super weird extra wearing a hairy costume, kinda like Bigfoot, and walking on a leash an equally hairy dog.
It’s such a striking look I have to go to my room, take a screencap and print it out. The result is not a sheet of paper but a lifelike little action figure. Looking at it closely I realize it’s not a Sasquatch after all but a Chewbacca costume. I go show my neighbor this new development: he’s also a dog now, he’s in the bathroom drinking from the tap and it stares at the toy, sweet and brainless.
I take it to my siblings instead, my brother strips out the Chewie fur and a Harley Quinn figure is revealed. That also seems weird, so he removes the head and there’s a smaller He-Man head underneath. He breaks the toy in half and there’s a rocky, crumbly material inside. Grandma wants to use it as a pumice stone, but I stop here: it could be toxic.
But Probably Manchester
I dream that I have to draw some comic book panels for art class. They are about a great evil wizard named Winchester or Manchester, I can’t remember. In my head he looks like the villain from the Swan Princess cartoon, and I draw him accordingly. Yoda and Darth Vader are also in the comic.
Trying My Best To Explain A Complicate Dream
I’m studying at a friend’s, there’s a guy, a girl and I. The guy gives me a set of cards, yellow, blue and red, each representing a paranormal encounter; I try to decipher them like one would a math problem.
I ask the guy what the colors represent, are they emotional or purely descriptive? He says they are very emotional, then he tells me about his past: he was one of a set of twins, so cute and talented they starred in a famous Christmas movie. When his brother was murdered, the guy started to have visions of him.
(The girl listens to the story and she’s inspired into having a paranormal encounter of her own, she finds herself in a forest where she has a lightsaber duel with old Ben Kenobi. Her lightsaber is green.)
The guy is happy with my questions and writes on a report that I have
The mind of a Kantian and the luck of a skeptic.
I’m not quite sure what that means, but I’m so flattered I underline his words with my pencil.
Wishful Thinking
I’m watching Star Wars on TV. Darth Vader is on screen, he is not wearing his armor and his flesh is red, burned and bleeding. He removes his helmet too, we see two big eyes, long eyelashes and eyebrows wincing in pain. I realize he’s actually played by Hayden Christensen, I don’t know how they convinced him to come back! Even weirder, he’s wearing a black wig that makes him look like Snape or Kylo Ren. He yells in pain and anger, and a stormtrooper runs over to help.
Now I’m watching the latest Critical Role episode. The battles are beautifully animated with the same style as Gorillaz’s videos. The episode ends with Nott being teleported away, and Matt says goodbye because the show is quarantined like everything else.
I try to go back home, but it’s raining now and there are too many people out and about, I realize with horror. Why aren’t they all in lockdown?! We are all gonna get sick! I decide to hold my breath and try desperately not to touch my face until I’m out of the crowd. A woman tries to grab me by the hand to beg for money, and I run away.
I end up at the store, my boss’ boss is there. She wants to know if I prepared the list she asked me to, I lie and say it’s on my tablet. I’m saved from further embarrassment by my dad, who burst in waving a piece of paper with a credit card glued on it: the government has sent me money, to make up for the fact that I’ll be quarantined at home for months. There are 750 bucks on the credit card, and I’m really excited because I’ll be able to buy myself a new computer now.
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