I dream that I travel to a South Eastern country where everything is teal and I take a lot of pictures. Then I dream that my aunt invites me to her birthday and I say no because I hate her. Then I dream that the Japanese band Arashi is singing at a futuristic hospital. Then I’m in an alternate dimension where I have to defeat Tina Fey.
Tag: taking pictures
Weird Things Happening In A Calming Way.
I dream that I go into the parking lot to take pictures of a tree and leaves playing in the wind. An old neighbor is looking at my camera, impressed. He shows me his own camera, a vintage beauty. He’s taking pictures of his grandchildren, two high school girls, and his wife has set up a camping table and is developing the film right away, under direct sunlight; that doesn’t seem weird to me in the dream. The girls are obsessed with Iranian culture and also Texas cowboys.
I go back home and find my UPS unit soaking in shallow water inside my shower. I put it to dry in the sun. Surely it’s gonna be fine.
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.
Slow Down!
I dream about going to a meet and greet with Alison Bechdel. It’s night, we’re standing on the street in an European city, she’s speaking Italian for some reason. She starts walking and talking, I can barely keep up and hear what she’s saying. All I can do is take pictures of her back.
Some Highlights From The Night And The One Just Before Waking Up
I dream about a man that can extract Bic pens from under his fingernails. Then about a TV show with two girls living together (in a gay way, I hope). Then about a woman who turns into a demon and goes back in time.
I dream that I get lost on my way to school. There’s my old elementary school teacher, we hate each other so she avoids to look at me and I avoid looking at her. I walk next to an open casket with an old woman inside. I find a supermarket (finally!) and green fields with a fountain in the middle, sunlight playing with water droplets. I grab my camera but it’s brand new and I can’t use it yet. I scramble for my phone to take a picture with it instead, I can’t find it.
Siblings Are Tricky
I dream that I’m walking home from the beach. I stop to take a picture of the mountains on the opposite side, the sun lighting them nicely, when an explosion covers the entire frame: they’re filming a movie and the director tells me to beat it, he’s very rude and unprofessional. Not knowing what to do, I go back to the beach. The sun is setting and I try to take another photo, once again a black cloud covers everything. This time it’s a baby twister running towards me as I’m just about to cross a wooden bridge. I do so gingerly.
I finally get home, where I find out my brother has bought himself a new camera. I’m really upset because every time I want something he buys it instead. I jump on him and start punching his face. Everybody is upset, Gran is crying. I say I don’t care because he hasn’t talked to me in 6 years. He’s bleeding and refusing to look at me.
No Such Girl Existed Of Course
I dream that I board a train that is just one cart with no rails. It’s a school trip and we travel and travel until we reach the Philippines and people are waving us welcome from the windows. One of my schoolmates is half Pinoy, she has a severe degenerative illness but she’s super sweet, has me try strawberry milk. At night she takes us to a beach, it’s snowing and the sky is blue and purple, everything is glistening, it’s the most beautiful sight. I take photos to text my dad, but he never receives them. Why didn’t he receive them? I try to fix my phone texts, try and try but it’s all useless.
Can I Have A Lucid Dream Every Night Please
I dream that I’m trying to take pictures of a friend standing in front of a window. I realize that this is too big to be my window, and the city outside is too perfect, the old buildings bathed in twilight. This must be a dream.
I go out to explore this city that looks like mine but isn’t. I wonder if I can fly, but it seems like I need to follow the rules and map routes. My friend brings me to a small park, I can feel the grass blades dancing against my leg in the night breeze. I’m amazed at how detailed a feeling my subconscious can evoke, I know it’s not real but it feels real.
I’m now near my house, people are walking in bathing suits. I think that’s an excellent idea, and I conjure my favorite actress wearing a bikini, just because it’s a pretty sight to look at.
I arrive at some sort of terrace above the sea where people are sitting around tables, eating and chatting. There are rocky formations below and above, I start to climb. It’s amazing how easy rock climbing is when you know you are dreaming and there are no stakes. A rock falls down, I shout at the people above and they sidestep it, completely nonplussed. I lose my grip and feel no panic at all, just conjure a rope and hoist myself up.
The rocky climb turns into a rocky alley going up and up, flanked by quaint little houses. Two old women are walking along the alley arm in arm, I walk and chat with them for a while. They eventually go inside a house, and one of them says to me,
See you, ladybug!
My brain is amazing, I think. How can it come up with such brilliant dialogue?!
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.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 