Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/5/2020
By amandalyle
I was looking after my friend’s puppies. She had recently got a new pup, a toy poodle, like her other one. He was an excitable little thing. Chocolate brown and really adorable. She dropped the two dogs off and left. I didn’t realise how hard it would be having two puppies. They were ever so needy and I was unable to do anything I needed to do, without getting being followed or getting my ankles bitten. I decided to take them for a walk over to my friend Liz’s house but, when I got halfway there, I realised that she had recently moved and actually lived miles away now. We arrived at her house eventually. Well, I say house. It was a mansion. It was MAHOOSIVE! “Come in, Panda!” She said. I followed her through, amazed by how grandiose it all looked. She gave me a tour. It was a blend of old meets new. Open fires in pretty much every room. “There aren’t many rooms.” She said, modestly, as she showed me around room after room after room. There were three different living rooms, two kitchens (an old styled one and a brand spanking new one!) the biggest dining room I had ever seen and an actual nightclub! “This needs work,” she said, “but we’re going to build a bar over there.” By the end of the tour my feet were really hurting. I looked down and saw that that were sunburned(?!) which was strange because I hadn’t even been outside. I looked at Liz’s feet to find they were sunburned and swollen, too. Chris Tailor (yeah, I had to Google him) from love island appeared out of nowhere and asked us if we wanted to play real life Fortnite. This involved blowing tennis socks out of loo roll tubes. It was fun for all of 3 seconds, but then we gave up. I told Liz I was going to head back home and asked whether she wanted to keep hold of the puppies (which had now turned into kittens?!) She hinted that she’d rather I took them home, so I picked them up and off I went. Next scene; The Coronavirus was still in full swing. I was meant to be getting married, so I had made a makeshift wedding venue in the back garden which, looked pretty amazing, to be fair. My friends came along (2 metres apart, of course!) and said how amazing it looks and how they were sad they couldn’t join my husband and I for our 2nd wedding. They walked through the garden and left at the other end. I remember feeling rejected. I had then met up with another group of friends in town, who were very drunk by the time I had reached them. One of them was trying to roll a cigarette but was swaying from side to side. We went into this bar (which was miraculously open) and I spotted my other group of friends (the ones that ditched my wedding!) in the corner, laughing amongst themselves. I quickly hid so they couldn’t see me. I didn’t want them to feel bad that I was spending time with other friends rather than seeing them... not that they’d even care. Next scene; I was at home gazing out of the window with this huge telescope. There was this gigantic spacecraft flying through the air. I zoomed right in and I could see this fat guy manning the ship. I waved at him excitedly, but soon realised it was a fruitless exercise. He wouldn’t have been able to see me. But then there was a knock on the door. I was convinced that it must be the guy from the spaceship. I tan down to answer the door, but it was my mum. She had come to visit ... with baked goods (as always!) Next scene; My husband was driving frantically (again?!!) through these winding country roads. I told him off, but he wouldn’t listen. He continued to drive like a loon. Next scene; My husband was crouched on the bed, butt naked, with what looked like a Yule log hanging between his legs. His penis was so big it looked like a 3rd arm. An alien. I didn’t want to go anywhere near it. I rolled over in bed and pretended to go to sleep.