Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/14/2020
By amandalyle
I was on a night out wearing this hideous designer power suit that was a handmedown from this girl I really hate (Hana) It cost her over £1000 and it was tearing at the seams. To put it bluntly, I looked shit in it ...but I didn’t let this bring me down. I walked into this big hall, where everyone was sitting around in a circle. I sat next to this guy I used to go to school with, whilst I waited for my friends to arrive. Lots of people kept coming through the door but sadly not my friends. I felt a bit disappointed as we soon had to get into pairs and I had no one to pair up with. The guy next to me said he’d like to pair up with me, then he lunged at me for a kiss and, rather than pushing him away, I went for it. It was a good kiss, but MY GOD! His breath stank (I could smell it in my dream... vividly!) A whole bunch of people came in. They were really dressed up (as if it were prom) everyone looked really amazing and beautiful. I started to feel like a damn fool in this broken power suit. Of course, I blamed it on its previous owner. When my friends finally arrived, I remember taking a quick detour to Primark to try to find a different outfit (As I was now a bit self conscious) but I couldn’t find anything. “You look fine!” My friend lied, dragging me into this nightclub. For a while, I sat in the corner sulking being a right old party pooper. There was this good looking older guy sitting next to me who kept chatting me up. I wasn’t sure whether I fancied him or not. His chat was shit. He was beyond boring. I think I kissed him anyway and then told him I wasn’t interested (talk about mixed messages 😂) Then I went on to kiss this black guy who was standing right next to him. Mr older dude told me he didn’t really care and could see it coming a mile off. I then received a call from a random number. For some reason, I was really paranoid of this number. I went up to the old guy and was telling him how I had been contacted by this number a few times but was too scared to pick up?! He told me to just do it. In fact, he picked up the phone for me, then sneakily passed it back to me. “Hello?” I answered. It was only one of my service users care coordinators. I felt relieved and also drunk. I found it hard to have a simple conversation, but just about managed it without sounding like a drunken tit. A song came on. It was Whitney Houston’s “I want to dance with somebody.” A bunch of us all ran over to the dance floor and started dancing. We were just getting into the swing of things when Harry (a friend of a friend) collapsed on the floor and started having an epileptic fit. For some reason, I felt really annoyed about this because I knew this would mean that we not only missed the chance of dancing to Whitney, but would also have to go home and potentially to hospital. So... I found a way to rewind a few minutes and manipulate the scene. We all piled back onto the dance floor and rocked out and had the time of our lives dancing to Whitney’s “I wanna dance with somebody”. Next scene; I was in Tescos Express with one of my service users. I had managed to pick up a fajita kit and some wraps (which were like gold dust since the Coronavirus!) but halfway round the shop, I lost them. Jeremy threw a fit. A full on toddler-styled tantrum. I cursed myself for losing the precious fajitas.