Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/9/2018
By Nuclear
It was me and a very pretty Japanese girl, we were holding hands while waiting for a train at the train station, it was night and there was a weird vibe in the air.... We were on some highpoint, maybe a mountain, the train rails were out in the open, not in a closed tunnel.. . It gave a feeling of old school Japanese movies and we were indeed in Japan. We stand close and smile at each other every few minutes, a train arrives and it bumps into a parking train that was already at the station, I was scared when they collided but then I saw they were made out of a rubbery material so all that happened was a little bump, and the train got back on tracks. I don't know why but, to now get on that train we went DOWN to the rails past the safety line and manually boarded the train from the back. Still close to each other, we sit near a bunch of little kids and cuddle softly on each other's arm 😊 At some point she wanted me to take a selfie of us... And... I'm a big photo hater, I dislike pictures of myself because I always think they look so bad... But at the same time she was so cute and I didn't want to let her down, she just wanted to capture that moment and it's a sweet thing coming from her, so I accepted, but at the back of my head I had this hammering thought of "oh boy I'm gonna be so ugly and she's gonna be disappointed... And my teeth and lips are probably gonna look weird... And my eyes are just ugly...." I bring the camera up while hugging her with one hand and I look at the camera feed, and my fears have manifested, I saw a distorted version of myself, looking like my lips are swollen and my face is all weird... Even though that was far from reality.. I still felt so bad, I was just sure that is me in the dream.. I didn't know why an adorable girl like her would be this close to someone so ugly... I took the picture anyway.. She was unphased by it, she just smiled like she was truly happy 💙 One of the kids got close to her and started laughing at her for some reason.. He was like 12 or so... I almost couldn't contain myself, he was trying to mock her for what?? She is so pretty and just sat near me and smiled and he finds a reason to point and laugh at her face?? What is this monstrosity?! It was so heartbreaking to me when it happened because I was always thinking about how lucky I was for having someone like her with me... If that kid makes fun about anything it should be me! Not her! I stood up, still acting mature and not letting my anger on a kid, quietly blocked him from pointing at her and moving him away back to his friend with my body.. I turned around and took her hand, helping her up.. "let's go to the other seat over there" I said while trying to show her I'm happy with my expression, and that nothing else matters other than us in this trip we are making. We supposedly moved seats to a further place. the dream shifted after this point, to me and some friends in Korea, fighting against the dictatorship as a rebellion force... I don't remember enough scenes of it to really form a story.