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H***arts Reference

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I start with some recurring stuff, my sister coming home and high school finals. After that, I dream that that I go to a party in a large restaurant, full of elegant people sitting at tables with white tablecloths. I’m a young girl, I’m sitting with three other kids, one of them is a boy with curly hair.

The people at the table next to us are having an unpleasant, quite racist conversation. The curly-haired boy steals a pen drive from one of them, a wealthy-looking man. He quickly unlocks the pen drive with the right password: the man is his father, the boy explain, and now we’ll have to run away from him.

We hide in the garage belonging to one of the adults. My face has turned orange, because our pursues have cast a spell on me. The boy rummages around and finds a box full of colorful wands. “Aren’t they German?” one of the other kids asks. No, the boy says, Germans all go to that fancy European magic school. Everyone gets a wand and we cast a spell to fly away, I remember the green fields running below us just before waking up.

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Dreary Neverland

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

(I forgot to post my notes yesterday but here’s April 25th entry)

I’m watching Steven Universe, now it’s a Disney Peter Pan sequel, it has beautiful songs. Peter has a new origin story, he was a Greek child who drowned thousands of years ago, and the Powers that Be want to drown every lost boy on the island to make them go home.

The oldest boy, who’s a world-hardened rebel, locks himself up in a shed. Emma Pillsbury is also there, she tries to talk him out if it, but he grabs a rusty saw and cuts off his fingers, one by one. Then his whole hand, then the other. I have to look away. Ms. Pillsbury grabs Fairy Grandmother’s wand and magics the two of them out.

The boy without hands learns that he’s been on Neverland for centuries and his family is gone by now. He is transported back to London, to a dreary little funeral in a dark day. Only a little girl notices him standing between the tombstones. He can see all the ghosts and cuddles with them.

I’m on the balcony and I notice my cat inside another building. I call her and she jumps out of a window, bounces on the ground like a rubber ball and with a supernatural jump lands in my arms.

I run to my mother to tell her, she’s not impressed. We go out, I walk in the middle of the road because I’m afraid of dogs barking from behind their gates. We reach a street market that only sells food because everything else is forbidden during lockdown, I see an old lady that from behind looks exactly like my late Grandma G.: I touch her shoulder, she turns around and she has a big nose and pointy yellow teeth.

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