Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/10/2020
By amandalyle
I was in the supermarket browsing around the homeware section with my son. There was all this interesting artwork which I wanted to show my son,but when I turned around, Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter was stood right behind me and scared the living crap out of me. “You’re scaring my son!” I said, as I ran out of the homeware section as fast as my legs could take me. Next scene; I was in the car, on the way to Asda. I had been given this baby to look after. As I was driving the baby started to cry. I didn’t have any milk, so I gave it a packet of spicy Wotsits. It seemed to like them... but as soon as they were gone, it started crying again. I put the baby in a shopping trolley and kept feeding it whatever random crap I could find in my bag; like post it notes (it liked these!) and a back brace (not so much) and stationary. My mums neighbour walked by and gave me the dirtiest of looks. Next scene; I was browsing through this secondhand furniture shop. There was loads of interesting things. I spent a fair bit of time ogling all the cool furniture, but when I stepped out of the shop (empty handed) there was a queue a mile long and everyone was pissed off that I had taken so damn long. Next scene; My husband and I were having sex. We were just getting into it when he yelped in pain. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “You need to slow it down.” He answered. This, as you can imagine, threw the mood right off. We both gave up in the end. I was annoyed because I spent ages giving him a blowy.