Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/16/2019
By amandalyle
I had invited an old male friend over to the house but as he stepped through the door, I could hear my daughter blowdrying her hair upstairs and quickly had second thoughts. “Sorry, but you’ll need to go!” I said. “This doesn’t look good!” I continued, pushing him out of the door. He looked really sad and I felt guilty that we couldn’t catch up. Next scene; I was at college with all my friends. I was showing my friend some texts from this guy (the guy in the first scene). She tutted in disapproval and said something about a mutual friend she’d been wanting to set me up with. She then started acting all weird and threw her clothes around, demanding that I go pick them up. “No!” I yelled and I ran off to use the toilets. Only these toilets were not only unisex but there was a huge queue. They weren’t you average toilets, either, they were just buckets in cubicles. Desperate to go, I continued with my quest, squatting over a bucket and weeing. “This is so gross!” I thought. When I got back to class, everyone was getting ready to put on this huge protest, which involved fancy dress and singing. They wanted me to represent Jesus, so they thrusted me into the air and kept throwing chains at me to wear. I hung them around my now naked body, trying to cover my modesty and we all started singing in harmony. The guy who was holding me up in the air was so tall that I was being dragged along the ceiling. I remember feeling both proud and a ashamed. Proud to be playing the main part but ashamed to be naked. Once my feet were on the ground again, we all gathered around to hear the feedback about the performance. Apparently, that was just a practice performance and we had to preform the real deal later that evening. “We should all take magic mushrooms!” this random guy shouted, appearing out of nowhere. I don’t even think he was even a part of the play. The tutor stroked his goatee for a second and then replied “I don’t think that’s a good idea!”. In preparation for tonight’s performance, I had the job of hanging these bulb lights up. However, they kept flashing or going out and I could never get them to work all at the same time. This guy I knew from school (Will) then came along and hung some even better lights up and they worked a treat. “Dammit!” I cursed under my breath. I then walked inside and found another old school friend, Scarlett, on the floor with this baby. She asked me if I could be in charge of the wet wipes and she kept pulling them out and throwing them at me. “Okay,” I agreed, “but where do you want them?” I asked. “Shove them down your top.” She said, “I’m breastfeeding!” “Erm, okay.” I thought. Next scene; I had turned up late to meet some old friends, to find that they were already drunk and, to my absolute horror, they’d been drinking mojitos without me and had only dribbles of rum left. “Thanks guys!” I said, sadly.