Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/30/2017
By Fitful
In real life my aunt is a Mormon, sorta the odd ball in a family of Christians, with me even more outcast as I don't follow either. But in this dream I was living with her and her family, but it wasn't them. I mean it felt like them, on some level, but they were very different, didn't look like them, or have the same history, or even the same house, or number of kids. But i knew they were family, and even that sense of being almost on the outside of their ways and beliefs. So I was visiting. They had this little cute house in some sweet neighborhood. Less like suburbia and and more normal, reminiscent of my aunts house in real life. But this time I had two older male cousins, or maybe one was a brother, and several younger ones, a girl about 8 and some younger boys I can't recall in detail. I was staying there, but I was different. I was a version of myself I didn't know I could be, which might have been a dream characterization which I often dream in. It was me, but I was a bit more deliberately sneaky, more settled in my own beliefs, and just a different life. Nothing similar has ever happened, I haven't even seen this aunt in real life since I was 10. So here she has two sons, older, and one is very gothic and cool. We are thick as thieves, he's a bit older than me, like 35, and still dressed like a rock star. The other one, more still loyal to the family, triea to keep in line, but sllightly rebellious. This one I think might be my brother. Anyway there are a lot of rules here. I'm not allowed to eat in my bedroom, which I do anyway. And various other small things which all add up to annoying. Here I'm not annoyed, I just laugh and find a way around them and brag to my cousins and show them how. The rock star one is very impressed, reluctantly the other boy is as well. I pick dandelions in the yard and for a moment I'm thrown, remember its hard to find dandelions in NYC, but then I forget it and go back to the dream. I feed them to my rabbit who doesn't eat them. Me and my Rockstar cousin watch movies when the aunt and uncle are out, or listen to music. All the things we shouldn't do. At night we eat in my room and listen to them fuck in the room on the third floor. For some reason it's amusing. A book of mine comes in the mail but the little girl gets to the first I'm outside taking in the sunset and gardening when I hear her reading it aloud to her siblings. It's not a children's book, it's a book on how to perform real magick. She gets to page 63. I hear what she shes reading, finally, and go in and tell her the book isn't for kids. For a moment I am scared, if their parents find out about it I'm gone. They won't let me stay, worse I know they will judge me. I tell them it's not a book for kids, but I tell them out if fear of what they will repeat. Out of selfishness. But things happen and some arch high Priest idk the term of office of their church, and I'm beginning to think their religion here isn't exactly one I've heard of, comes by and is very demanding. He tells them what to do a lot, here and there, and they all seem very nervous. But i trick him, catch him doing something on camera he shouldn't and upload it or YouTube. He's taken down, and loses his power. Yay, it's a happy end to the dream. As I was waking up I saw these dolphin creatures on sweaters, like they were some sentient race of people, and lots of lights and a few other odd looking races.