Unemployment Sucks

Posted on November 12, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m counting money and I’m so bad at it, all the numbers get confused, I end up having to ask my brother’s help.

Then I dream that my cousin calls me back to the store to help out. We’re no longer a phone store though, now we patch up clothes, and I help a young couple with their toddler’s yellow shirt. My cousin offers me to stay, but I’ll have to work for free. I say no, and I’m so proud of standing up for myself. The young couple say they have a job for me too:

You see, we like to go to the bar at night and read poetry with our friends, we drink beer…

They talk and talk and I have no idea what the job is. My cousin later explains they needed someone to collect their darts from the board when they play at the bar.

She Never Comes Back Anymore And Yet In My Dream She’s Always Here

Posted on October 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my sister is back home, she’s sitting in the living room. I don’t want to have anything to do with her, I strip her bed to make sure she won’t be staying with me.

My cousin calls, she tells me they want to hire me back at the store. My mother is afraid it’s gonna be the night shift, but I’m gonna say yes, of course I’m gonna say yes.

Lil Anxious

Posted on October 9, 2020October 10, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I go back to the store to bring coffee to my ex coworkers. They’re all busy and everybody ignores me.

Then I dream that my grandma’s boyfriend is driving me home. He’s completely reckless, his turns are too wide, he keeps hitting walls. He’s wearing sandals. I’m terridied.

I Actually Worked Hard As Usual

Posted on October 3, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that is my last day of work (it is!) and I don’t even care anymore, I just chill with the girl who’s gonna replace me.

On my way home I jump to a parallel dimension. I don’t want to spend any money, but I see a stray cat with one eye missing and buy some minced meat for it.

In Which I Just Wanna Go Home

Posted on September 27, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I stop at a stationary store. As I’m buying two pens (a fine liner and a brush pen) the owner tells me the store is going out of business. I crumple on the floor crying. This was the last stationary store in town, I sob, what am I gonna do now?! The pens cost five bucks, I’m so upset I demand to only pay three.

Instead of going home I end up at the mall to blow out some steam. I decide to take a bus to go back, I don’t have a ticket but I can always pretend I forgot it. It’s too late when I realize the bus is going the wrong way. How am I going home now? We arrive at a small rocky alley, the driver makes us all get out of the bus, we dismantle the roof and carry it to the other side. Above our heads there are tall, narrow houses made of white rock. From a balcony, my late great-aunt E. waves at me. She looks like she always did, with her white hair in a tight bun. She asks how my parents are.

I dream that I’m taking my telemarketing job to the next level and selling door-to-door. I arrive at the house of an old man called Peter Minniti, he is apparently a great politician of yonder. His house is a small villa outside Florence, it’s late evening and he’s a bit upset about the intrusion, but his wife makes me tea. I try to sell him a phone subscription, he agrees to come by the store and asks for my number. I can’t seem to be able to type it in his phone and it’s getting late, so late, I’m sweating with anxiety. I eventually write it down on a piece of paper and leave in a hurry.

It’s so dark outside, I don’t know my way. I send my car forward on its own, then realize I was supposed to sent it north, and north is the opposite way! What can I do? Start walking and hope for the best? The old politician and his wife appear on their window and tell me they saw pictures of my nephew on Instagram, I don’t know what to say to that. A funeral procession passes by.

I walk and walk and walk and know I will never reach home, and then I realize I can just wake up and be home in a second.

Little Stress, Little Pain And This Happens

Posted on September 26, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m the store working, people are crowding and I’m so fed up I start yelling and insulting them. Everybody is disappointed in me, why did I do that? I realize it must be a dream, I would never do that IRL.

I try to wake up and now I’m at my doctor. I tell her my breast hurts, she takes a syringe and extracts a green fluid from the boob, it looks like jello. Says she’ll test it for cancer, meanwhile I should go rest.

I go home and it’s Dark’s Jonas’ house. They are celebrating a birthday party, there are three Franziskas.

I Don’t Remember A Thing About This Dream Except The Clown Phone, We Can Only Hope My Notes Are Right

Posted on September 24, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that everyone I ever worked with through the years is in my house. A former boss is looking for a phone, I only have a novelty landline shaped like a clown.

We sit for lunch and my parents start fighting, everyone is looking at me with pity, like suddenly they understand why I have issues. I try to talk to them but my sister is having another tantrum and nobody can hear me. There are glass shards on the floor and I start sweeping them. My dead grandpa is there.

In the evening I go to see a show. My cousin is sitting at the ticket booth, she tells me an inside joke, her manager is upset. Inside the theater a 40s movie is playing starring Miley Cyrus. Next to me is sitting the movie’s director, he tries to touch me inappropriately. I get up and go sit with my cousin, he’s very upset.

Creepy Toddlers Also Happen To Be A Specific Workplace Anxiety

Posted on September 18, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

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

Eventful Holiday

Posted on September 8, 2020 by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m interning at a tobacco store but nobody seems to pay attention to me. The next day is a holiday, I’m at the beach wearing a bikini, with my feet in the water. My parents come pick me up, there are four starving kids on the beach and my mom buys them ice cream pops. I go home and up some stairs, hiding inside an incredibly tiny outdoor toilet. I place an old TV (the kind with antennas and a big butt) on the toilet seat, sit on the floor in front of it and proceed to watch Glee as I eat my lunch.

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