Tag: toys

Catching Up

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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!

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I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together

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I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.

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Let’s Throw In Some Crowd Anxiety So 2020 Can Stay On Brand

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(Everyone in this dream is a Harry Potter character but nor really, maybe a knock-off.)

I’m at the mall and there’s a scientist demonstrating a toy house that can be transformed into a real tiny house, he will miniaturize people so they can live in the tiny house and save up on bills. I call my mom to show her this technological miracle, she’s much more interested in how hot the scientist is; I tell her he’s so young he could be her son. I decide to do some shopping but the mall is crowded and nobody is wearing a mask, I turn on my heels and run.

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He’s Always My Kid Neighbor Even Though He’s A Lawyer With A Beard Now

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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.

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Twenty Years Later I’m still Heartbroken About That Doll

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I dream that it’s raining and I’m looking transfixed at a toy store window. On display there is a secondhand Skipper doll, just like the one I had as a child. I walk inside and ask how much she is, the owner says 45 bucks. I buy her. The owner leads me to a basement where he’s keeping a dozens vintage porcelain dolls. I think I recognize some of them, as if they were mine in a past life. I tell the owner about how my father maliciously decapitated my old Skipper (this happened IRL). Moved, he takes a tiny paintbrush to add some details to the new one, make her extra special for me.

(photo by Annalisa Bianca Fornasier on flickr)

Then I dream that my siblings and I are children again and we are moving to a new house. We decide who gets which room, we sell all our plants. We dismantle the old kitchen. Deep down I’m sad to leave the old house and I know I will miss the local stray cats. I’m relieved when I wake up and realize I’m not moving after all.

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Lost Presents

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We find a bunch of children’s toys hidden in a closet in hour home, they are all still packaged and rather old, hidden there since the 70s. They are all strange and ugly, there is a naked Barbie with a giant stomach: when you open it, a little blonde doll with pigtails pops out.

A neighbor gave the toys to my mom to hide until Christmas, but she died shortly after and the toys were long forgotten. We decide now we’re gonna wrap them up for that neighbor’s children.

One of her children sits next to me at school, it’s the pudgy blond boy. I show him the presents and say they are for him and his siblings. What would he like, I ask, maybe colored pencils would be useful?

He asks what I’m gonna give to his older, already adult brother, I say I’ll give the toys to his toddler son instead. He thinks for a moment and say,

The toddler is also my mother’s child, but we will never tell him.

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I’m Sleeping Real Bad, So Here’s More Snippets In Between Anxious Wake Time

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I am housekeeping for Gran and her boyfriend. When they come back they turn the place into a pizza restaurant.

I’m in a virtual world, I dig and dig into the sand until I find a layer of rocks and then a layer of metal. Even if the place isn’t real, I dig so much my hands are bleeding.

I’m in my childhood bedroom with my brother. There’s a closet full of toys we can buy, mostly Barbie’s accessories. We are not interested in any of them, so we pack up to go back home.

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Magical Night at the Lake

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My boss is giving out birthday presents, I knew it, I knew she was generous! One of my coworkers unwraps a black console, and I gasp: is it… a Playstation 2? No, it’s a cheap Made in China rip-off. I unwrap mine, there is an old SNES inside. I already own one, though! Not to mention, the Super Mario cartridge in it is fake.

On my way home I stop at the local toy store, I’m planning to buy some toys to entertain bored children at work*. I choose a wooden truck, a white plushie and pink plastic goggles. The man at the register says it’s gonna be 18 bucks, I’m taken aback because I only have 20 in my wallet. It should be 12, max! The man points out I’ve taken two pair of goggles instead of one. I confess I can’t pay that much money and walk out the store.

At home my dad is opening some boxes that were just delivered. Inside there are black-covered Penguin books for my brother, we tease him but he insists he won them. I pick up one, Anne of Green Gables, and decide to enter a contest with it.

The night of the contest I present an essay on the book alongside a cake inspired by it: it’s lemon cream, honey and cookies. There is a big ceremony happening in a hotel on Lake Como, and all my family came along. It’s a summer night, the hotel garden is green and glistening, all the guests are dressed fancy and laughing pleasantly. I want pizza so I venture outside, order some from an intercom outside a big yellow gate. More of my family arrives and I find out they are serving pizza at the hotel, I wasted my money. A movie is being showed in the garden.

(Photo by Patrick Schneider on Unsplash)

I win the contest, alongside three more kids from around Europe. The morning after we are gathered for a photoshoot on the lake. I choose what to wear, gray pants and a gray waistcoat to go with it, I feel very elegant. My hair is red, short and unruly, it gets bushier and bushier with the humidity until I look like Annie Warbucks.

Each of us is given a sign saying our name, our age and the title of our essay. Mine says I’m 18, older than the other kids. We walk in the lake and are told to hold our signs up and smile the wildest, happiest smile. Our pictures are taken. I review them later and they are not bad, I’m jealous about the professional camera’s quality compared to my phone’s. There’s also a photo of the cake I baked perfectly framed against the lake.

I want to send some of these pictures to my penpal C., but I decide I look too bad. Not the ugliest, because with my puffy hair I look a bit like my Grandma, but I don’t want C. to think I’m anything else than gorgeous. Instead I write her about a chapter from Anne of Green Gables that I really liked.

In it Anne is sitting in a wooden train car with her mom and newborn brother. A black woman walks in with a little boy, who is crying because he was too late to enter the book contest. The woman is about to get mad, when Anne’s mom asks his name. “Chemical,” says the boy.

“Well, I’m not gonna call you that, it sounds like a pill.”

Anne’s mother tells him everyone is tired and sad sometimes, he just needs to take a deep breath. The boy’s mom is so moved hearing these words that she takes the baby from the other woman’s arms and start breastfeeding him.

*I actually want to do this IRL.

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