Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/23/2020
By amandalyle
I had let my friend, Fran, drive my car... which was all fine and dandy until it came to parking it. Firstly, she tried to drive into a space that was way too small. “Noooo!” I yelled, kicking at my imaginary break pedal. Secondly, she reversed it out and drove into a parking space that was the right size, but kept hitting the wall over and over. Back and forth ... Bang! Bang! Bang! “Please shop!” I yelled. “You’re fucking my car up!” Feeling a little frazzled, we got out of the car and entered this apartment building. It must have belonged to Fran as she walked right in and headed straight for the kitchen. As she was washing the dishes, she broke down in tears. I ran over to comfort her along with my friend, Laura (who had appeared out of nowhere) but then we all looked at each other awkwardly like, “are we suppose to be so close?!” I told her that everything will be okay and she reassured me that she absolutely fine and was just having a moment. My friend, Kylie, then walked through the door. I didn’t hear her come in, she just pounced on me and scared the living crap out of me. I laughed. I could see Fran looking over, with a look of contempt on her face. Next scene; I was at the beach at Lyme Regis. My friend Kylie and her boyfriend were there. I ran over to them, but they told me to keep my distance. They drew a line in the sand where I had to keep back. I felt sad about this. Next scene; I was at Mambo’s bar, sitting in this conservatory area, looking onto the outdoors seating area. This dodgy family walked into the garden, all looking like pirates. There was a granddad pirate amongst the pack, who looked especially frightening as he was shouting his mouth off about something. He had an Alice Cooper vibe about him, but angrier. More aggressive. Naturally, I gazed over to see what all the commotion was, which I instantly regretted, as he caught me staring at him and started ranting at me. “What are you fucking staring at?!” He shouted, “Yes, that’s right. YOU. Over there!” Everyone in the busy bar turned to looked at me. I felt so embarrassed, I wished that the ground could swallow me whole. I went to say something to my husband, but my front row of teeth were loose and I was scared they were going to drop out. I kept quiet, glad that I had a pane of glass to protect me from the angry pirate. Next scene; Ricky Gervais was my boss again (What is up with that?! 😂) This time I was working in a mental institution. I accidentally let slip that one of my colleagues was sleeping with one of the patients. I had caught them at it numerous times in the broom cupboard or in one of the bedrooms. Ricky went batshit crazy and was mortified that he didn’t know. “I’ll have no choice but to sack her!” He said, sternly. At lunch time, he took her to the park where I assumed he was going to sack her there and then but, as I approached them, they were sat on a picnic blanket together, laughing their arses off. “Hi guys!” I said, feeling a bit confused. “Can I join?” Next scene; I had just washed my hair but then realised that time was ticking on and I only had 15 minutes until I needed to drop the kids off to school and then go to work. In order to get to my bedroom, I had to climb onto of this huge stack of boxes and through a tiny window. As I was doing so, I noticed my gas key had only £9 left on it. “Ah fuck. I’ll have to get some more!” I muttered to myself, as I struggled through the tiny window. I finally got through the teeny hole and jumped down into my bedroom, knowing full well I wouldn’t have the time to dry my now Rapunzel-length, extremely matted hair.