Tag: umbrellas

Familiar Faces

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m back in high school, my dad is also there teaching and everyone hates him. My old classmate S. is mad at me because she thinks I skipped the line to the principal’s office (I didn’t). Inside I ask for s signed note excusing me for being late during all next week, the principal is kind of bemused about it. While I’m there I steal my dad’s report and later show it to him, he’s very depressed about his low rates so I tell him the story of a young girl named Harry Potter who had round glasses, brown hair and really big boobs.

The next day everybody looks really happy, it takes me a moment to realize it’s the last day of school and I feel really dumb, why did I ask for that principal’s note? All the students around me looks like children and I feel ancient. I meet with S. again, although I don’t recognize her at all. We go home under my umbrella, I tell her about my college experience and how I finally found my true calling: photography. I don’t know where we’re going, I simply follow her and we end up on the beach. I’m happy to take a few pictures before a hasty retreat since it’s way too hot, I tell S. to call me back in the fall when temps are more human.

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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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Creepy Toddlers Also Happen To Be A Specific Workplace Anxiety

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I dream that I’m yelling at my sister in the living room. I look down and there’s a small toddler sitting on the table, looking at us with interest. She’s very thin and has a full head of brown hair. Her face looks serious, older than her age.

I’m told that she belongs to our neighbors’, so I pick her up and carry her to their window. They all look incredibly relieved to see her. As we talk, more and more toddlers start to appear. I realize that they are all adults being shrunken down and we’re in a Star Trek episode.

I dream that I’m at the store and there is a long line of customers standing all together. I yell that they need to social distance, they ignore me. The customer I’m serving passes me his credit card, but the reader has turned into a videogame and I don’t know how to reset it. The customer grows impatient and leaves in a huff. My cousin is so angry at me because I’m an incompetent loser.

On my way home I stop at a stationary store, I want to buy a bright yellow umbrella I saw from the window, but the guy inside says,

I’d love to give you the umbrella, bus someone else just bought it.

I’m now a Victorian girl and the umbrella I wanted was actually a book, The Count of Monte Cristo. I arrive at my cottage feeling dejected, then surprised and elated when I see someone has bought the book for me! I gather my siblings and read out aloud to them, they dissolve in giggles and “Well I never!”s

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Fruddi The Sci-Fi Teacher

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(I was feeling a bit sick yesterday.)

I dream over and over again that I’m telling Boss Lady over the phone that I can’t possibly go to work in the morning, I could be contagious, I have an upset stomach, and hear how sore my throat is! (I’m faking it).

(I suck it up and go to work in the morning.)

I dream that I’m sitting in my old classroom next to M. the runner. As usual I don’t have any notebooks or pens with me. I confess to M. that I haven’t been able to follow a math lesson in years, I cannot understand it and I’ve stopped trying.

A new teacher shows up: she has red hair and a red beard, she’s wearing glasses, a white blouse with colorful umbrella prints and a rainbow skirt. On her arm, a rainbow umbrella. I observe every detail so later I can describe her to my penpal.

Her name is Fruddi and she’s our new sci-fi teacher. There’s something unsettling about her.

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She writes a poem on the blackboard in her very neat handwriting. I’m sitting front row resting my chin on my hands, looking bored. She demands why I’m not copying the poem down, I say what’s the point? I’ll google it at home. She rants and rave about today’s lazy youth, I tell her, deadpan,

I am smart and I am confident and you won’t judge me.

She looks at me pensively. She knew a boy once, she says, who was so lazy. He was so lazy he never found a job and stayed home with his momma. This makes me angry, I walk straight to her face and hiss,

Or maybe he was severely depressed.

Fruddi looks dumbstruck. Come with me, she says. She leads me to the school graveyard, old tombstones and overgrown greenery. It looks so pretty I wish I had a camera with me.

Fruddi leads me to her family chapel, where a mummy lays on the stone. This is my boy, she says, taking the body in her arms. I’m so scared and she’s distracted, so I run back to the classroom, but the other kids have left.

I track them to the gym. The boys are playing soccer with famous footballer Christian Vieri. The girls are sitting in a low pool, looking adorable in matching swimsuits and caps. I run to them and relay my scary mummy story. They all console me.

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Missing Man

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I’m at school and it’s raining, I have a borrowed umbrella. My old crush, L., is fighting over me with another boy, the rest of the kids hate me because I’m always skipping class.

There is a man missing, an old friend of my dad. I set out with L. to go look for him, we eventually learn he was kidnapped and held in a stationary store’s basement. The store owners chase us, I run to the rooftops and find a knife; I use the knife to stab them and drive them away.

I then apparently forget all about the kidnapped man until the day after, when I tell my dad to go collect him at the store.

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Pirate Ships and Washing Bins

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My brother and I are watching a special DVD edition of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with two whole disks of extra content.

There is a deleted scene with Harry and Ron on a pirate ship. It’s a red and gold steamer with three black funnels, it’s smaller than a regular ship and it belongs to Captain Hook. Harry and Ron have been kidnapped along with other children, at twelve they are taller than the others so they try their best to look scared and innocent. I think it’s great to see them both so young again, it’s like going back in time.

More deleted scenes are shown, one is just a storyboard, one is really bad CGI, in one we see Harry from afar but it’s clearly a body double with glasses and gray hair. One scene is preserved only thanks to a couple of Indian voice actors in their booth, Hermione is too high-pitched but the boy playing Harry sounds remarkably like him. My sister catches us watching and says she’ll want to watch all the extras too when she comes back home.

I’m now at work, from my desk I can see inside my boss’ office because there is a closet missing, and apparently there never was a wall behind it. A customer is inside, I’m supposed to transfer her mobile data from her old umbrella to a new one. I ask my cousin for help and she tells me to use a standard cable.

Boss Lady walks out, demands to know why Saturday’s files weren’t archived. I promise her I archived everything I was given that evening and somebody must have hidden some files from me. Cousin G. gives me a new task, to wash our uniforms in a bin outside. I set to work in a sunny garden, and I wash with such gusto that I somehow end up drying the clothes as well. Boss Lady is even more impressed when I kill a mosquito that was walking on her neck.

I go back home and my sister is sitting on the living room floor. I’m really heartbroken because I was hoping she’d be gone forever.

I wake up and fall asleep again for a few minutes before my alarm rings. I dream about having to carry an old dying man to Hell. His wife is asleep in their room, unaware of what is happening. I take the man by the hand and we fly away, stars and building zooming behind us.

Once arrived to Hell, a demon cuts the old man’s penis off. He won’t need it anymore, the demon explains.

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