Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/7/2019
By Fitful
I have a room in the family home. A lot of people come and live here in this house. For a while I'm in love a few times but it doesn't work... The last lady I crushed on was this tall older nextdoor room mate too harsh and cold and aloof. She had short hair and gave off coyboy vibes, that solitary lone gunman thing. She barely talked but seemed there (emotionally, romantically) occasionally. I finally let it go, however. ~ I'm sitting on my bed and I find an app which let's me change my hair style in real life, it even looks and grows out my head like real hair. I'm astonished and I check the length of my new hair, it so long, down to my waist in perfect curls, but it's the wrong color, being a warm honey brown. I decide to keep it, despite the app saying it's a temporary thing, and I decide to go to the store and get some black hair dye. I'm in the mood for a change, a life altering change. Something big just happened, something happy, and it made me want to do something to match. I tried putting my hair up with a clip but it turned into ethnic hair styled in dreads and looked kinda bad on me, like I was very much my Mexican heritage. Taking my hair back down I was me again, pale skin, brown hair. It needed to dye it, it was too light. My natural hair wasn't that light and I didn't want hair that light but it was very very nice to have long hair. Now I had to wash out the curls that were on the bottom making it look shorter in the back than it really was. ~ In my room I have a long dresser and it's covered in stuff I've collected over time, crystals and pictures and trinkets and jewelry, candles and statues and books. My mom comes in my room and steals a bunch of stuff, saying she's taking back stuff I borrowed, but I find out easily through telepathy she's upset I'm in the occult, very worried and scared and suspicious. She thinks I'm doing evil. I laugh at this notion and consider telling her the truth about crystals and the occult but I give it up as a lost job. People need to change themselves and I'm tired of trying to fix people. Her especially. I clean up the dresser, make it all nice and organized. I want more crystals however, but I do have some. I set them up nicely in a row. I put up all my demon statues as an honor to them. I deliberately put the Demon pictures I have back up and demand back what she took back. She took some black brass midi rings I loved and they weren't hers to take. Then I take a Christian book, two very very old books actually, the oldest one is a very old Bible nothing like the one you read, and pack them up to take back to the book store. I want to return them. At first it's not about money but getting them gone, however the store refuses, said they were a gift and now I must keep them. A friend who came with me joins me and, bolstered by his support, I say loudly the books are worth hundreds and we should go and find an antique shop to sell them at. The cashier ignores us and I sigh in defeat. We pack the books back up in a special old bag made for them and decide to actually find the antique shop. On the way out the store a little Asian man working as a janitor or some other menial job grabs us and drags us to the cafeteria getting us some coffee on the way. He says coffee oddly in his native language. The coffee ends up coming out some steampunk contraption above this huge very huge round table in the far side of the cafeteria with a bunch of people standing and sitting around playing a game. The Asian man, a boy really, does something specific to the table, inputs a secret code, and it lights up; magic or technology raises hundreds of little holographic white numbers all over a layout of the city. They are coordinates. He says he'll find the location of the perfect place to sell the books. This table, it turns out, is a ruling class underground worktable for a bunch of society influencers who have their hands in the cogs of a great machine. My friend is a robot actually and he uses his tech body to put in the information required, using an import attachment like a high tech vacuum, so the machine can find the coordinates. But his body is so small and he's such a pure machine that he falls into the table machine, his body is like made of mercury and melts into it, and sees everything. ~ I'm out in the rest of the mall. My long hair garners a lot of looks. I walk by a hairdresser some ritzy showy haircutter which is making a spectacle of themselves, with a long long line of clients there to get their hair cut. Everyone looks at my hair. I feel it's cut uneven on the bottom, the app wasn't perfect, but I still love how long it is. I half expect the haircutter to grab me and offer me a haircut even before the others in a long line. ~ I go on a date. It's with this girl....either she is an alien or I am. It's me I think, I've done a date like this before. She asks what I want to eat and I say oreos crushed in plant milk. She is shocked. "Plant milk?" she asks flabbergasted. I clarify soy milk and we grab a carton of soy milk and dump it down the basement stairs and take a box of oreos down. I don't think it will work when we get to the bottom, the milk is everywhere but too spread out. She suggests we use the carton. So we crush oreos and put them in the milk cartoon and shake it. It makes a horrid mess. This carton turns into a mix between the milk carton and the Oreo box. But we get some, despite badly needing a blender, and we make such a mess eating it. It's super fun and unsual and bizarre but I'm an alien and I find it amazing. She and I are covered in soy milk and oreos in the basement of the mall. Her face is a mess, wet and milky and oreoy. I assume my lipstick is mussed as her pink lipstick is, and I don't even care I'm having so much fun eating oreos in soy milk on my date.