Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/20/2020
By amandalyle
I was sat at this abnormally long table, eating triangle-shaped sandwiches, with all these random people in the middle of a forest. For some reason, I was wearing a turban on my head, which wouldn’t sit right and I had to keep adjusting it. To my left, I recognised someone I used to go to secondary school with (Emma Daffin) She pulled up a seat next to me but she didn’t seem to recognise me. I didn’t say anything. Too much time had passed by. It would be awkward. My boss, Emma (a different one), came over and asked if she could look at my rota. I rummaged endlessly through my bag, trying to find it. It was mission impossible. I had so much random crap in there. After a while, I managed to find a polly pocket with a bunch of paper in it. “This must be it.” I thought, but as she flipped through the multiple pages we couldn’t locate it. I could sense that Emma was growing impatient, so I got my phone out (I had a copy of it on there) but, first had to scroll though an endless supply of random dog pictures(?!) “Cute dog!” She said. I don’t know whether she was being sarcastic or not. I eventually struck gold and handed her the rota to look at. Whilst she was gazing down at it, some guy (I recognised as my friends brother - Liam) started weeing in this toilet, that was positioned right behind me. (Yep, right in the open!) It was really off-putting. Totally put me off of my triangle sandwiches! I suddenly felt self-conscious about the turban, so took it off and realised that my hair was straggly and matted and had pretty much turned into dreadlocks. No wonder I was hiding it?! Next scene; I was a wheelchair-user in this dream. I had one of those mobility scooters that had some speed on it. I whizzed along to the supermarket like a wo(man) on a mission. But when I entered, it was so packed with people, I could barely get by. People were getting really frustrated with me because my scooter was taking up too much room. I felt so self conscious, now, that I just wanted to get the fuck out of there... but I was stuck... behind a queue of people!! I scooted to the homeware section and went to grab this cookbook, but this lady was also reaching for it at the same time. I beat her to it, but saw how sad she looked, so said she could have it. It was the last one. Once I left, I realised I was on the second floor of this shopping mall and had to go down. Stupidly, I tired to go down a flight of stairs (forgetting I was on wheels!) “You’ll need to take the lift!” This stern looking lady snapped. It was ultra modern. Wall to wall glass. I pressed the button for it to rise up, but it kept going up and down too damn quickly, so I didn’t have chance to get myself on. In the end, I had to jump out of my wheelchair and cling to the roof. As it trundled down, I held on for dear life. Next scene; I was part of this game show which involved several weddings - some fake, others real. The contestants (one of whom was me) had to work out which one was a fake by attending all these weddings. The first wedding was utterly bizarre. The venue was very makeshift, shall we say. It had a gypsy vibe. The dance hall was in this tiny caravan. After a very strange first dance, I caught the bride crying outside. “My father should be here.” She was sobbing. “But how could I invite him here... I’d be ashamed! This is a joke!” I was, now, convinced that this wasn’t a real wedding and the couple were as fake as the brides mahogany-sideboard coloured fake tan. So, I was totally gobsmacked when I learned that the whole thing was very much the real deal. “What a shit wedding.” I secretly thought. Apparently it didn’t last long. They were divorced within 48 hours. Next scene; I was at this strange house, sitting on this old and sagging leather sofa. It was really uncomfortable. There was this gothic looking guy on the sofa opposite me. He had an Alice Cooper vibe about him. Guyliner and everything. This lady strolled over, jumped on top of him And started straddling him. “For fuck sake.” I thought, feeling awkward. I knew where this was going to lead and it wasn’t going to be pretty. I just didn’t know where to look. Next scene; My friend, Liz, had thrown a party at her extravagant new mansion. She literally does live in a mansion but this version was out of this world. There were potted plants everywhere. I was so envious! She even had a mini bar at the bottom of her garden, where she was serving up drinks. I tried to mingle with some of the guest, but they weren’t interested. Too busy scoffing canapés. “I miss ‘old’ Liz.” I thought, sadly.