Tag: town

Incidentally I’d Love To Buy A Vintage Camera

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I dream that I’m downtown, it’s dark and pouring rain. I have my camera and I want to go to the store to buy film, but my dad is there and he’s afraid that we’re gonna miss our boat. I’m wearing just one shoe and no mask, but I follow him anyway. On the way I pick a mask from the ground and put it on, then I realize how disgusting that is and drop it again.

We get to a small pier where the boat, a white steam engine, is waiting for us. Now It’s sunny and the sky is blue. I ask where mom is, dad says forget her, she’s dead. Still I don’t want to leave her behind, so I jump back to the past. I find her sitting on a bench downtown, she gives me a big smile, she must have been waiting so long. Shall we go shopping? I say. I go to the photo store, but we’re in the past now and there’s only early 20th century cameras.

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Getting Lost In My Own City Is Perfectly On Brand

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I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.

Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!

Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.

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The Rain In My Dreams Is Wishful Thinking

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I dream that it’s my brother’s birthday and I bought him hand cream and mints. My sister hasn’t bought him anything so I win.

We decide to go downtown to look for a present, we walk out the gate and realize we forgot our masks. My sister runs back in and fetches two yellow fabric ones. It’s raining and as we walk through the park we notice that the people sitting at the picnic tables don’t have umbrellas and are getting soaked. I explain to my sister that those are German tourists, they don’t bother with umbrellas because where they come from it rains all the time anyways, it’s a bit like Londoners.

(Photo by Lauren Fleischmann on Unsplash)

We arrive at a clothes stores, my sister shows me how to hang our bags from special magnets sticking from the cash register. It’s such an insider trick, I think, you can really tell she worked in a store before. My old Nokia is in my bag, one of the salesboys is looking at it with interest. It’s still a really good phone, he says. He starts chatting and telling us the story of his life, it’s very boring and we have to remind him to go help the long line of customers that has formed. One of the customers is a woman called Napoleon. She’s missing an eye.

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A Wallet Lost In Time

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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.

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The Infinite Table

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I dream that I’m sneezing uncontrollably, I can’t stop. I look up and I’m sitting at a super long table, it extends all over the city and thousands of people are sitting at it. Both my grandmothers are sitting in front of me, they are looking at me disapprovingly and I feel very rude for sneezing. We are waiting for our meal to be served, but eating among so many people makes me uncomfortable and I leave.

I end up at a distant relative’s house. I sit at a computer where my sister was playing the new Final Fantasy VII game. I’ve been dying to try it, I boot it up and find a hidden level where Cloud slides through a wall and ends up in a Mario-like platform. Too late I realize I overrode my sister’s save and she won’t be pleased. I decide I’ll blame someone else for it.

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I’m Tired and… Bored?

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(Having recorded my dreams for a few months now, I find myself thinking about the recurring scenarios I find myself in night in, night out; they are so mundane, so boring, so familiar by now.)

I’m out in town, it’s raining once again (even though it very rarely rains in real life), and again I forgot to wear my mask (I NEVER forget to wear my mask IRL). A cop stops me and I say I’m running back home to fetch it. He takes one from his chest pocket, it looks like a menstrual pad with strings.

I go back home and my sister is there and I don’t want her there and we argue. The same dream again and again and again.

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Little Worries

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My sister is once again back home and we hate each other. She makes fun of my drawing of an… ancient Greek bust of a lady, I think. It’s too gay, apparently.

Gran is here too, I feel guilty because I’m napping instead of entertaining her. I haven’t seen her in months but she looks great, plump and with hair perfectly died and coiffed. We go out in town, I’m embarrassed because unlike hers, my hair is a mess. We walk next to a store with a big sign outside, it says,

We made these bottles of herbicide and you shouldn’t pour them over your heads, you EFFIN’ MORONS.

Back home, my dad offers to pay for some of my streaming services. I’m very happy and start listing them, then I wake up and realize I’m an adult and will have to pay for my own shit after all.

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Weirdo Fear and Pleasure

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There is a man chasing us, he’s wearing an animal skull on his head. He’s immortal, no matter how much we hurt him he keeps getting up; eventually I throw a bomb and blow him to smithereens. I know this is gonna buy me some time so I go to class; I can’t pay attention though, ever few moments I glance at the door, wondering when the man with the animal skull will be back.

I’m taking a walk in town with Gran, we’re not wearing a face mask and I feel guilty about it. She buys a notebook and I pay for it, then she gets a coffee to go (more sanitary!) and I pay for that too, so now I don’t have any money left.

I go back home and use the notebook to copy down a Sudoku board, I make a big mess of inky splotches and have to rip out the page. An old schoolmate comes over, he shows me a book he’s writing: the plot is about a rich young boy (self insert much? I think) with a kidnapped little sister. The book *I* am writing is much better, it’s about a genius little girl living in Victorian times.

He notices a picture of Narcissa Malfoy on the cover of one of my books, says she’s the most beautiful woman in all Harry Potter canon. I argue that would be Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter, I try to google her but there’s something wrong: I’m writing her name on my notebook instead of a computer, and each two words I write, a drawing that combines both of them appears on paper. I immediately start combining pornographic words, and I’m still having fun with the results when my alarm rings, dangit.

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Mysterious Pastries and Paper Hells

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We have a new kitten in the house, she’s honey-colored and real cute, I try to take pictures but my little sister is always in the way. I’m the middle one of three young sisters with long brown curls.

My old priest comes by to talk us into coming back to church, I’m not home but my two sisters are in their room, already tucked in bed. The older one, who’s about sixteen, asks him for takeaway pizza money, the house has big windows and a mother passing by is scandalized to see the priest bending over a bed, giving money to a half-naked teen. The older sister blackmails the priest into giving her more money because, she threatens him, she took pictures and she’ll release them! The parents come home and she quickly hides a photo album.

Meanwhile I’m in town, it’s a gray, rainy day and a guy named Peace texts me: he wants to meet at a certain pastry store. His coworker demands to know why, she’s a blonde woman with an 80s perm walking next to me. I google the name and find out it was some sort of… fairy tale themed place? My great aunt D., who’s also there, reveals that the store burned down months ago, maybe the guy would like to go to (she points) that pink donuts stand instead?

The truth is, the pastry store has reopened in a new, secret location that only great aunt D. knows, there is a hidden clue embroided with a red thread in her white shirt sleeve. She refuses to show us the sleeve, and later when she’s filming a Youtube video she CGIs it out, just to spite us. Her pettiness doesn’t work because I find the store on my own and I follow her to the nearby sea town just to rub it in her face.

There are too many people around, a crowd cheering on a parade. I try to get away but people surround me, a girl laughs in my face and I yell to keep her germs away. I can’t find my way home.

Now I’m a little boy, and I’m lost, my parents and two sisters have been searching me for years. I walk and walk until I can see the coastline, there are lions on the beach. Eventually I arrive in some sort of carnival town where everything is made of colorful papier-mâché. My family find me as I walk on a stage that is literal hell: there are paper flames and a paper Devil, blond with piercing blue eyes. He recognizes my older sister, the one who took pictures of the priest and is now a prostitute, and tells her she’s doomed.

I offer myself in exchange for her soul. The Devil lifts me by the armpits, looks into my big, childish eyes and can’t find a trace of sin in me. We go back in time and my sister is a pure young girl again, riding her bike with a purple helmet and a big smile.

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I’m As Confused As You

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I’m watching “The Favorite”, it’s set in modern times and I’m so engrossed I feel like I’m also physically in the movie. In the first scene I’m walking in town and holding hands with Noémie Merlant: she is wearing black pants and her hair is short, she’s so beautiful. She whispers sweet nothings in my ear, I’m so happy I could faint.

We stop at a large fountain and she steps in and out the basin. It’s only for a few seconds, but I know − because I’ve read the plot of the movie − that during those seconds she lived for several hours in a parallel universe. Rebel Wilson is with me because apparently she’s gonna be my sidekick. She also steps in the fountain and I follow her.

Rebel and I walk into the new reality and I see around me signs of Noémie’s presence, like a wooden house that she obviously built. Olivia Colman arrives to greet us, she is a Good Queen and her hair is short and curly. She smiles at me and calls me “lover”.

We find a new fountain and jump to yet another reality: in this one Olivia Colman is Evil, long haired and she eats children. I also happen to be a little boy now, I’m no longer watching a movie but reading/living through a story book. I manage to appear back in my town for a moment, where I float in front of Ted Danson and beg him for help.

Ted breaks into a beauty parlor and tries every sink and toilet until he finds the right portal. He arrives at the Evil Queen’s 18th century palace, where he meets with his very own evil lookalike. Everybody is confused, but Ted has a plan: he claims the other one is the impostor! Don’t believe him? Check his emails! Indeed Evil Ted (who has long hair too) has been writing compromising emails, he’s arrested and in the confusion Original Ted, Rebel Wilson and I manage to escape back to our world.

It’s not over yet, Evil Olivia Colman has followed us. As her head slowly emerges from the beauty parlor sink, we get ready to fight.

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