Tag: uni

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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This Is Def. Getting Upgraded To ‘Recurring’

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I sneak into my old college apartment because I need a place to sleep for three days. Inside I find a mom with two children, and I apologize profusely because I thought the apartment would be empty. The woman is very happy to see me though and offers me to stay and a place to hide in case my old landlady shows up. Her husband arrives the next day and is very posh and rude and kicks me out.

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I Wish My Dreams Made More Narrative Sense

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my brother and I are staying at my sister’s for a few days. She lives in the same building I rented my apartment in during uni. Is midnight and she came back home already, we’re waiting for dad to come pick us up, but now my brother is sick and I have to drive home alone in our old blue car. I’m almost home when I remember I can’t drive. I’m on a motorbike now, I don’t even know how to go faster, but I figure out you have to squeeze the handle. I get home and mom is in the kitchen, she says happy birthday. It’s not my birthday I say, but I check the calendar and indeed it is.

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I Typed Down This While Watching The Inauguration As Carelessly As Humanly Possible

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m back at work, but instead of being inside the store I’m sitting on a narrow staircase in a building nearby, reading a book. An Ape scooter parks nearby, I recognize the two men stepping out −one old, one young with long hair− as former customers. The young man asks me if the apartment above is up for rent. This, I know, is the same apartment I used to rent back in college, that is now somehow the store’s property. I tell him no because I don’t like his face. He tries to push open the door, I look at my watch and it’s 12:45; the store’s closed, I say. He leaves.

My cousin and the other employees appear from the door soon after. I tell them about the long haired man, cousin says he can’t be trusted because he’s a union leader. We don’t take the bus to go home and instead walk down a mountain road, I try to take a photo of the landscape but shoot an Instagram video by accident, you can hear my cousin swearing in it, she’s not happy. She’s in a feud with some Peruvian street vendors over a broken CD they sold her, she’s trying to spot one so she can kick their ass.

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I Need To Read Back Because I’m Sure This Is Not The First Time I Dream About This

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream the my mother and I are staying at my old university apartment, even though I haven’t lived there in a decade. We have forced the lock and made the beds, I’m thinking to stay maybe a few days, visit the mall, the comic book store, the city of Venice…

Then I remember it’s September and my old landlord −the awful bitch− will be renting the apartment to some other poor student. I tell my mom, quick! pack up and run away before she shows up. It’s too late. Here she comes showing the place to a couple of kids. I’ll distract her, I say, you strip the beds before she sees them.

I walk in the living room and when she’s surprised to see me, I explain I just stopped by to pee. She seems to find my excuse perfectly logical. She introduces me to the two students, and I can’t help it: I tell them,

It’s a scam. The apartment sucks. She’s a horrible person. Run away!

She’s distraught that I would betray her like this. Why, she even bought a new kitchen!

Mom and I go back home. I’m thinking maybe not everything is lost, maybe we can still take the train and go visit Venice, what’s it gonna take, two hours? (Spoiler: IRL it takes much, much, much, much, MUCH more). Unfortunately my sister is having some kind of tantrum-slash-existential crisis and we waste too much time trying to calm her down. Her hair is long now and she wants to be called “Tovah”.

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Circus Cats and Violent Delegates

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m looking into colleges for when I finish high school. At the same time I’m also my current adult self, so I end up choosing a psychology degree, because it’ll help with my retail job, somehow?? I guess customers do be crazy.

At the same time I’m looking into buying a car, I select an old gray Citroën, extremely boring but it somehow only costs 400 bucks. I can’t even drive but that’s not gonna stop me! I lie in the back seat and smile and smile.

I go home and I find a dozen cats, most of them black. My own cat is conspicuously missing. All the cats are wearing circus clothes. I go fill the bathtub (it’s plastic, transparent blue), they all follow me and jump in the water. I start brushing them with soap and they all look very satisfied, like they’ve been trained for this. There is a white cat with a bleeding injury on her shoulder, and a gray tabby with his legs missing. There also a talking toy astronaut.

Afterward I’m walking home from school and decide to visit the local catholic church. I haven’t been inside the building in years and I don’t like religious institutions on principle, but here I go, and the church is packed so I have to sit on the marble steps.

A bearded man stood up and is now giving a speech a few seats from me. Another guy (I recognize him, it’s a local politician) attacks him, a fist fight ensues. I’m enjoying this more than I can say, these religious types and their hypocrisy! The politician notices I’m chuckling ant attacks me too, scratches my face. I say I’m just an innocent schoolgirl! I’m not though, I’m in my 30s, there’s blood pouring down my face and I’m still laughing.

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College Days, Homesickness and… Violent Deaths?

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m in college, which is quite rare, it’s usually− almost exclusively really− high school. My mom and siblings are staying with me for a few days, they will need to go soon and I’m feeling heartbroken: I have no idea when I’ll be able to see them again.

Mom offers to drive everyone to Ikea to make me happy. A couple kids from college pile in the car with us, they aren’t much older than children. They sit on each other’s lap in the front seat. Mom is a rather bad driver, she goes really slow and hits every bump on the road (she actually can’t drive IRL).

At Ikea we are greeted by a girl with a big smile. She points to a pair of mummified legs hanging from the front door, explains that they belonged to a coworker, a girl who died on the job. I look away.

Instead I ask the two college children when is the academic year supposed to end; they say winter. It’s only June, it’ll be ages until I can go back home, I realize with a pang of despair.

There is an old book in my bag, white cover. My old high school crush gave it to me and I must have borrowed it to the library at some point, but now it’s back with me. The first pages are a journal recording my college years, the handwriting is beautiful and there are sketches of friends I’m sure I made up. Then there are a few colorful comic panels. One is the story of a geeky red haired boy and his fat emo girlfriend.

I’ve started journaling again on the last pages, and I’m panicking because I’m quickly running out of space.

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