Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/26/2020
By amandalyle
I was riding a bike down this hill. For some reason, I was sitting on a pile of rotas. I passed one of my childhood neighbours and remember her laughing at me. “Why don’t you get a bag for those?” she called over to me. “Why don’t you mind your own business?!” I muttered under my breath as I rode on. Destination reached, I hopped off my bike and folded it up really small. It now looked like a tiny zimmerframe. I propped it on the wall outside. “Where’s my zimmerframe?” This large lady shouted, as she stormed out of the building. I was hoping she wouldn’t mistake my bike for her zimmerframe. I tried to throw her off the scent and said “maybe it’s in the shed?” As she walked off to have a look, I entered the building. It turned out to be a 1960’s inspired diner. I grabbed myself a corner seat and waited. As I was waiting, I could feel that I had come on my period (great timing as always!) I quickly dashed for the toilets to sort myself out. When I came out of the cubical and washed my hands, I was surprised by how gorgeous I looked in the mirror. I now had this vibrant pink hair and airbrushed skin. A Lady Gaga vibe. Feeling good, I strutted back out and sat back in my corner seat. This waitress came over and started insulting my makeup, saying people who wear so much make up are usually cunts. I was so taken back, I got up and did something I never usually do. “I’m making a complaint!” I snapped, storming over to the counter. “Excuse me. I’d like to make a complaint.” I called over the bar. Everyone was so busy with what they were doing they barely noticed me. In the end, I tapped on the office door and saw that the waitress in question was already sat in a chair, sobbing, making out that I was the mean one. My blood began to boil. I was enraged. How bloody dare she?! Next scene; I was going through my husbands computer. I had found all these strange documents. One was titled “sexy dreams”. I tapped on it, soon wishing that I hadn’t. One of his dream fantasies was a 6 hour blow job, which he drew manga-styled cartoons of in a step-by-step guide. He also had this random soundtrack which accompanied it but I turned the sound down because it was offensive and rude. The songs lyrics, however, were still displaying across the screen. I didn’t realise at the time, but my son had been reading them (he’s only 10) I tried to click off the page as quickly as I could, but the cursor wouldn’t budge. Next scene; I was at this car boot sale with none other than Justin Bieber. He was really stoked about it, picking things up and examining them. Mainly junk. I was looking for pot. Flower pots. But Bieber kept pulling me off in different directions. It was like being with an overly excited child and, quite frankly, he was pissing me right off. Next scene; I was roaming around Centre Parcs like a lost soul. In my head, I thought I knew my way around, but I kept getting lost and I was now losing light. I lit a cigarette and held it to my lips ...until two cars drove past at speed and swept it straight out of my mouth. “Fuck sake.” I muttered. Eventually, I reached this cabin in which my family were staying, but they told me I needed to take the key back to the office. “We will meet you at the pool.” They said, passing me over the key. I knew the office was at least half an hour away, but took the key grudgingly. I eventually met them at the swimming pool (which had changed somewhat) It was looking dated and like it hadn’t been cleaned in a century. The water was a murky green-brown. That didn’t stop the boys splashing around in it, though.