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A Returning Classic

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that it’s the last day of school, as usual it’s a Saturday and, as usual, I’m planning to quit before graduation. But why not hang out in the classroom for one more day?

Dear old philosophy teacher hands out exam sheets. Everybody is panicking except me, I haven’t studied but who cares? My friend M., worried about me, shows me her sheet, I copy it lazily making sure to add some mistakes.

The exam is divided in two parts, “boy” and “girl”. The teacher takes away the “boy” sheet as soon as it’s finished, to grade it. I tackle the “girl” sheet and I’m amazed to realize the questions are about web design and so I can answer most of them. The teacher brings back the first sheet, graded 80/100. He compliments me.

I’m a bit proud of myself now, I really want to finish the second sheet, but my alarm rings.

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I Finished Elementary School 22 Years Ago

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m sitting through a school test; it’s not difficult but there are too many pages and too many questions, I know I’ll never finish it in time so I just give up. Sitting next to me there’s L., a mousy girl who I haven’t seen or thought about since elementary school. She’s a teenager now, she tells me she has a fever, and couldn’t I buy medicine for her during the weekend? She’ll pay me back on Monday.

Monday is gonna be the last day of school. I lean against the back wall and look at the classroom, so familiar. It’s so strange that I’m about to become an adult and never set foot in a classroom again.

My parents don’t want me to go buy meds for L. There’s a pandemic outside, don’t I know? Also pharmacies are closed on Sundays. Also, also… I’m pretty sure this is a dream, so it’s not like I’m gonna disappoint her.

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Pandemic Sure Has Added Another Layer of Anxiety To My Recurring Dreams

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m grocery shopping with my cousin, we find an aisle in the supermarket stocked with every kind of face masks: they are expensive, truly outrageously expensive, common surgical masks cost 20 bucks apiece and there’s one single N95 mask, orange, that costs more than 600 bucks. Still, we’ve been looking everywhere and we really need those masks, I want to call my dad and ask what to do but once again I only have an old phone on me. I look for “home” on the contacts list and a stranger answers: he’s using my childhood landline number, I feel weirdly angry and protective.

We go to my cousin’s place and have fried fish and chicken for lunch. Then I go to school and my old philosophy teacher is there, but this time he’s teaching math, even better. He’s graded yesterday’s tests, on mine I only wrote down half of the answers and that half I copied. He’s really angry with me, he asks why, oh why am I so bad at math? I explain it’s because I’m smart, I’m so smart that in primary school I never learned how to study, everything was so easy. And now that math is difficult I cannot study to save my life. He says he doesn’t believe me.

I go back home and around the dinner table I explain the situation. I say I cannot even be bothered to learn my classes’ schedule. My mother is very worried, she says I’ll need to do something if I want to pass my finals. I say that hopefully this pandemic will be over soon, I’ll be back to work and won’t have to go to school ever again. Who cares about my finals anyway? Everyone is shocked and angry at me.*

My sister who’s also at the table sends me to fetch her boyfriend’s dog. I walk to town and start looking at every person walking with a dog, hoping to recognize her. I eventually find her, she doesn’t look at all like his real life dog but she’s limping just like her. She’s pooped all over herself and has to be rushed home to get washed, as we wait my sister and I walk into a stationary store. I hope to find stickers but only find pretty notebooks.

*I want to point out once again that I’m an adult, I’ve been out of school for 15 years and I definitely passed my finals back then. WHY DO I KEEP DREAMING ABOUT THIS.

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