Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/25/2020
By amandalyle
I was in bed, trying to read, but the lightbulb kept going out on my reading lamp. I went to turn it on again, but it wouldn’t turn on. All of a suddenly, I was no longer in my bedroom, I was in the boys school. There were loads of lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling but barely any were working. “I’ll go and get my box of lightbulbs!” I thought to myself. But just as I was about to do so, a mass of people came bursting through the doors. Parents and children came bustling through the hall and I got swept along with them. I ended up in this huge auditorium. There was a stage and some kind of performance happening, so I quietly plonked myself down next to this rather hot dad. It turned out to be a talent show but there wasn’t much of that going around. I was itching to change the lightbulbs, as if it were an actual itch I just had to scratch. Much to the dismay the people sitting next to me, I kept tapping my foot impatiently and huffing and puffing. At one point, I may have even whispered “what is this shit?” under my breath. Probably the part in which a 5 piece girl group were trying to street dance but spent most of the time on the floor, flashing their knickers. At this point, I got up and tried to go back into the classroom where all the lightbulbs needed to be changed. But just as I was about to enter, the teachers came in and looked at me really suspiciously. “Ah fuck!” I muttered, heading back to the talent(less) show. As I dragged my feet back reluctantly, I passed my friend Fran in the hall. I waved at her, but she completely blanked me. I remember feeling a bit bewildered. Next scene; I was at one of my service users house (Toni). She had disappeared upstairs as I was talking to her two mental health workers. Suddenly, I heard her shouting, so I bolted up the stairs to see what had happened. She was crying, in a heap, on the bedroom floor. I thought she was having some kind of heart attack or seizure. “James, Karen! Help!” I yelled. James came up and said “she’s having us on again. You can’t surely believe anything that comes out of her mouth?” I was shocked by how rude and cold he was being. “Come on, Toni. Get up!” He snapped. And sure enough, she rose to her feet, as if nothing had happened. “See.” He spat, storming out of the room. Next scene; I was part of this stage Performance with my son. Again, it was a talent show (or, shall I say, talentless!) I was given this huge teddy bear to take on stage, which I carried awkwardly in my arms. I didn’t really know what to do, so I whipped off my coat, spun it twice around my head and started doing what I can only describe as a “Napoleon dynamite” dance. For some reason, I kept throwing all this small change into the crowd, but later regretted it and, mid performance, dangled off of the front of the stage to pick it up. There was £1.20 in total. I pocketed it and got back to my awkward dancing. Next scene; I was part of this new reality TV show, in which we transformed people’s looks. One girl came in, had a full on makeover but looked a right mess by the time we finished with her. “So...” the presenter said, “Are you going to keep or bin your new look?” She pondered for a second and then replied, “I want my old look back. I look like a bag of shit!” She walked out sporting a leopard print leotard which gave her a wedgy so tight it could snap her in half. “Some people just can’t be saved.” The host said, glumly. “I’m catching my bus.”