Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/9/2020
By amandalyle
I was walking, Otto, my aunty’s Rottweiler, late at night. He was ever so well behaved and would sit down and wait patiently at every street crossing. We met my mum in this busy bar. There were rowdy people all around, so we went to the toilets where we could actually hear each other speak. She told me there was something happening in the pub garden and that we should check it out. When we walked outside, a bunch of youths were playing this insanely loud music and were burning everything in sight. Some kind of angry protest. They were absolutely destroying the place. There were no police in sight. “We’d better go back inside.” I said to my mum. Next scene; I was walking into town behind this cute hipster couple with two of the cutest dogs I have ever seen. They were so fat and fluffy. I couldn’t identify the breed but told the couple how much I adored their dogs. I kept cuddling into their fluffy coats. We got chatting for a bit (small talk mainly) when I realised my bag was wide open and my money was falling out. “Excuse me, love.” This elder lady called out. “That monkey stole your money!”. Sure enough, he had a stacks of my twenties in his little hairy hands. I started chasing him, but he was too darn quick. I eventually managed to grab the money, but then I thought I had lost my phone too. “He’s got my phone!” I cried. “He must have taken it.” The old lady and the young hipster couple helped me look for it, but to no avail. Embarrassingly, a little while later, I found it at the bottom of my bag. “Sorry for wasting your time, Guys. It was in my handbag the whole time!” The hot hipster guy, replied, “No worries, watching you chase a monkey has made my day. Man, that was hilarious!” My cheeks burned the brightest red, but I could see the funny side now that I had my money back and laughed. Next scene; I was suppose to be meeting Ruth (from Ozark) at this farm. I was trying to locate her, when I walked past a large barn and saw what looked like a dead body in a sack (much like those that are used for homing potatoes) For some reason, I thought she must have killed off this guy who she had some beef with (just some random dude who had a young baby boy) My husband called me over and gave me some fish and chips wrapped up in white paper. I unwrapped them to find a fishes corpse (eyes and all), mainly just the bones, in the wrapper, and it stank to high heaven. He seemed really excited about me eating this fish, so I plucked at the tiny bits of remaining flesh and tried to eat it without gagging. The smell was so awful, I had to tell him, in the end, and he took them away. Meanwhile, we went back to the farm and confronted Ruth, accusing her of murdering this random guy (despite not having any proof?!) We kicked the sack and it started moving. The person inside wasn’t dead as we first believed. He started to wriggle free. When he eventually wrangled himself out of the bag, I realised that he was a priest (he had his dog collar on). I apologised to him and told him I knew who had done this to him and we’d seek revenge. I was still convinced about Ruth killing this other chap, but when I walked inside to confront her, ‘said’ guy was packing a suitcase on the bed. “I have to go!” He said, with fear in his eyes. He shoved all his belongings into the case and fled. “But what about your little boy?” I called after him. The little boy was apparently a little girl who he dressed up as a boy(?!) He gave her to some nuns who were living in a run down shed at the bottom of the farm. I felt like I should take her away or call the authorities but, instead, I shut the door and turned a blind eye, guilt brewing from within. Next scene; I was searching high and low for a nail varnish (which has also disappeared in real life). I eventually found it in a wicker storage box, under my coffee table. I was so excited to reclaim it. In the morning, I checked that wicker basket... it wasn’t there. The search continues....