Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/4/2021
By Fitful
I'm at a picnic in the park with my clan, sometimes the park is a vast desert near mountains, sometimes a swamp, but most often it is suburban park. I spent time at this park with family. It was a festival. Things were planned, events, fun. I made soup, so many herbs and flowers in a large clear trough. Then I spent the rest of the time searching for a baby boy. He was missing, or on a different plane of reality, going in and out of this one. (So there but unseeable.) It took a while but I found him. Different things happened. Disagreements with certain people. Finding things. I can't recall it all. My mom was there. Same as she is. Kinda paranoid. But in the end she was right to be a bit We were ruled or overseen by angry powerful white aliens. Older clan members? Made primarily of white light, ( so white it made the palest human look just pink and brown). It emanated so brightly from them and they shone where they stood. They weren't visible exactly, no bodies, but yes they were and you could sense them, see them. Its difficult to explain. They came in at the end of the festivities and we scramble to hide things from them. People were unnerved by them, lowkey afraid, and nobody liked them. My mom puts a lock on the bear purse, keeping the things inside safe. We locked up multiple things no one wanted them to find. There are things we don't want them to find out. They bark orders. Apparently as they are CEOs of our clan or even of humanity and its necessary to please and obey. They dump out the soup I made. Its congealed into a gooey mass of ingredients. Its unappetizing now, despite it being just soup. They throw their weight around for a while, making proclamations. After they leave and the clan relaxes we open up a door in the ground. ~ I was in this room with a girl. It was a business an office. They took care of kids in tough situations. Kids in abusive homes. A girl was crying, some browned haired girl who worked there. Nissiac. I finally had to mentioned to her maybe she shouldn't work here. It was painful for her to witness the children and their awful situations. She had only worked there a month. But she protested through her years she liked her job. ~ I own or am supposed to own a store that sells cakes. The cakes get more and more expensive until if I sell one or two a week I make 22k each and its a good income. The cool store/freezer makes my apartment cold as it sits right on top. ~ Have a moment of odd perspective, maybe by intruders that crashed the picnic. Why do human women have sex and babies with only one man? It seems silly and stupid. They should be having sex and babies with multiple men for a larger genepool. Women should be having babies all the time, never stopping. This was the thought of the aliens intruders the angry white ones. There was an image of a woman in a stock, being bred like this constantly by force if necessary. They really believed this. Then it made me think I needed to have kids maybe. I had never planned on it, i wasn't fit to raise kids. Mentally. I didn't want to risk it. But I thought maybe I should donate my eggs? I didn't qualify for those programs I remembered. I was too heavy. Maybe I should lose weight and then donate? Maybe I needed to contribute to the genepool? But did I have time? I was almost 40, well if I took four years to lose the weight properly I would be 38 then, and too close to 40. Wasn't 40 the magic number where your eggs wen sour?