Catching Up

Posted on September 7, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m watching a movie with Brad Pitt. He shrinks into weirder and less intelligent little creatures, looking like those ugly gargoyles on top of medieval churches. He gets tiny and bony with long limbs, and he moves around rolling. Eventually he turns into a long thing with short legs, similar to a dachshund, with tiny wings on his back. “I’ve regressed back into my purest form: I’m now an angel,” he says, and flies away.

I dream that I have three feet, two of them facing opposite sides at the end of my right leg. It suddenly occurs to me that this isn’t normal and most people only have two feet. I go to God and explain him the situation. He sends me to the Divine Supermarket, I check through the isles and pick up the Toothpaste of Sexual Prowess, then put it back; it’s not gonna help me, nothing here can. Eventually mi sister cures me with phoenix juice.

I dream that my sister is leaving for a fancy foreign school and needs a place to spend the night before boarding her plane. We look into renting a Lego house: this is not a regular sized house made of Legos, but a tiny toy house that she will fit in somehow. We contact a guy but the price for his Legos are really inflated, so I decide to just lend her my old toy house instead.

That night we are celebrating at a food stall, the cook immediately recognizes us as the cheapskates that didn’t rent his Legos. A fight ensue and we are all arrested. Now we are a family of redheads at the police station, our mom is a Mediterranean-looking woman who can slow time, but just for a little bit. We are tasked with searching tokens and puzzle pieces around the room, if we can complete the puzzle we’ll go back to yesterday before being arrested. The stakes are high and we’re all sweating and panicking, but we complete the puzzle just seconds before the guards arrive!

Nice And Fantasy, Suddenly Star Wars

Posted on January 1, 2021 by Decade Dream Journal

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.

It’s Supposed To Be West, But After All We Are All East Of Something

Posted on October 28, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I travel back to 1891 and I should never do that, I should always go forward, because now I have a small sister, just a child with big, brown, sad eyes, and our father has given her up in marriage. She’s so small, but there’s nothing I can do to help.

I dream that I’m travelling on a bus with a group of friends. We reach the East Coast and it’s my home town, somehow? A boy with a guitar joins us after I watch his Youtube videos. We dig a long tunnel to the nearest Gucci store, stop at an underground dance party that looks out of West Side Story. We are hideous dancer, we look for a more amateurish party. We noticed another room in the tunnel with beautiful chandelier lights shining in the dark, we stop there but it’s not a dance floor, it’s a church and there are coffins on the benches.

Who Was She

Posted on September 7, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my old schoolmate G. buys a boat shaped liked a Star Wars spaceship, he pays it 2488 bucks. It’s so powerful it causes a tsunami.

The end of the world ensues. Now I’m one of three little girls who are also Destiny’s Child (I’m Beyoncé, of course). We hide in a store basement but the ceiling cracks and Tokyo Tower falls on us. The last thing I see is an ugly, bony blonde woman with a pointy face.

I have the power to time travel, so I go back to the tsunami and this time us three little girls hide in an abandoned subway station. As people start dying I see the blonde woman again. I need to remember her, she’s important. She smiles a mean smile and points at her watch. Time to wake up, she mouths.

I wake up.

Warning: Somewhat Horror (Also, Sorry, Mom)

Posted on August 20, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

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.

*(Photo by Ján Jakub Naništa on Unsplash)*

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.

A Wallet Lost In Time

Posted on August 6, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I jump back to the 1900s. There is a pretty girl very surprised to see me standing there in her house, wearing pants.

That night we go together to the town festival. The trees are blooming even though it’s fall, I feel a bit spooked. I realize my wallet is missing and someone must have stolen it from my pocket. I have no choice but jump back to the start of the evening.

The girl and I go to a local seamstress, I ask if my grandmother left any of her clothes to mend. I hope I can get my hands on a bag to carry my wallet in. The seamstress says that, oh yes, she left plenty of clothes without ever coming back to collect them, she was just about to throw away the whole lot.

I say, my grandma is almost 90, you can’t expect her to remember things. Then I ask if she has a spare bag, she gives me a Bart Simpson backpack.

Blood And Dough

Posted on May 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I’m in my parking lot, from the fence I can see the nearby public park. There is a baby fox half hidden in the grass, looking at me with big eyes. I stop to take a picture of it, and I see two teens threatening a child with a metal baseball bat. One of them sees the baby fox and tries to pick it up, the mother (that happens to be a full grown, angry tiger) jumps on them; I hear blood-chilling screams and I see limbs being teared off, I’m so terrified that I run home.

*(Photo by Max van den Oetelaar on Unsplash*)

I make sure that my cat is safe, then I go see my neighbor. The little boy from the park is there, the back of his head is missing and my neighbor is carefully bandaging it. I ask if he’s gonna be okay, she says,

“No, he’s gonna die tomorrow, but at least he’s not gonna expect it.”

She then tells me to call the police and explain what happen, I take my phone but someone stops my hand: he’s one of the teens, he has a blond mullet and one arm is missing. He tells me he’s a time traveler on a mission, I need to trust him and not tell anyone about his secret.

I’m filming a reality show with my dad. Our team is behind, we need to complete a recipe before we can be moved to the next location, a beautiful European beach city. I’m supposed to make rice pancakes, but there is cat identical to mine chilling in my bowl! I shoo him off, then painstakingly clean all the cat hair from the white dough. I’m all alone because dad is off driving my aunt home, but finally I make my pancakes.

I’m took not to the beach, but to a gray winter city. I’m not wearing a mask and feeling guilty about it, the production team gives me a dark brown one made of fabric. I get lost and end up in a pharmacy, the girl at the counter is pretty and I start flirting. I say I need to make a deposit and get from my bag an envelope filled to the brim with money. The girl’s eyes get enormous.

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.

Anyway I Miss My Grandma

Posted on May 1, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

The lockdown is finally over and I’m getting ready to go see Gran for the first time in two months, when the doorbell rings: it’s my uncles, and with them here comes Gran herself: the tip of her hair is still auburn but the roots have turned white. I’m too afraid to go hug her, so I sit a few feet away and quietly cry with relief in my dinner plate.

I find myself in the past, specifically in the remote year 2017. I’m on a train but I have no ticket and very little money, so I sneak out at the next stop. I land in a city I don’t know and I start looking around blindly for a hotel: maybe I can afford to stay for just one night? Or, if I get lost, I can always wake up from this dream, I reason with myself.

My hair (I have long hair, for some reason) gets stuck in the red button of a little girl’s blouse. She invites me in her house, the mother arrives and is alarmed to find a stranger, but after I explain the situation she lets me free myself from her daughter’s button, then she offers me dinner and a shower. She’s not rich, she explains, but she’s having a party tonight and she could use some more guests around the table.

As I sit down to eat, I start receiving panicked texts from my father. But wait, they are not texts, it’s my alarm ringing. And I wake up.

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