Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/31/2019
By pinkstar16121
I got dressed in a fancy blouse and black pants and I guess I took too long because all my female relatives had gotten their makeup done by these professional makeup artists and their time was up being rented I guess. I was upset because I really wanted to have my makeup done. I especially wanted to get fake lashes like everyone did. I grabbed the eyeliner they used, which was a liquid liner, something I don't have the precision to use. It was a long pen with all this intricate stuff on the top. So, although I could tell it was liquid liner, it was still so foreign to me. The tip was extra thin and very long. I was like "how do you use this?" I had wanted to try and do my makeup myself, but I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I could have just done my own makeup with my makeup, but I'd wanted to use the special eyeliner, which looked so good on everybody. I was then outside on this sidewalk of this architectural building and also at this water park walking through the water with a makeup artist from the party. She was trying to sell me their products, which I found out weren't just makeup, but skincare as well, although it took me some time to figure that out. I was still feeling upset and only kind of half listening to her. Next part: I was with my cousin, our aunt, and my dad. My cousin and I were talking about what too much blue light did to our eyes. She explained it was the reason she didn't have nice long eyelashes. I was like "yeah, I used to have longer lashes too." My aunt I think either agreed that hers were not nice anymore either and I looked and saw they were long and said so or she said she still had long lashes and I noticed she did. That would be like her to brag. Apparently my cousin was writing a book or something, and she needed my help to put things in my phone notes for some reason. I was like "why are we doing this on our phones? The screens are too small." I thought especially my phone, which is a 5 was too small, but even hers was and we should be doing this on a bigger screen like a computer. My dad had some input that I can't remember, but we soon were working on an IPad (not a computer, but it was a bigger screen than our phones so it would suffice). We had to download the document, which we had to wait a few minutes for. There was this girl who asked us what we were doing and I said we were waiting for the document to load. I looked and saw it was at 90% and was like "it's literally so close to being done." Then when I said that it went to 98, 99, then...1%, which in the dream just meant it was one more percentage closer to being downloaded. And it popped up. "Oh, it downloaded," I said. We didn't work on it though and instead this girl made us all some eggs and potato pancakes, which we ate around the counter, which was the kind of counter where the stove was attached. Then, I was somewhere with this woman, these babies, and dogs. I had to use the bathroom, so the lady brought me there. She must have thought I needed assistance in there because I had to tell her "I've got it from here." It was embarrassing. Then, when I came out of the bathroom I was in my kitchen putting away these green beans into a paper cup. I ended up dropping some on the floor and I got frustrated, but I picked them up. Then I tried putting them in the fridge, but the door wouldn't close and this little black and white dog that looked like Jenna Marbles dog was trying to get in. It was making me anxious. Eventually I guess I checked out of that scene. Now I was in a high school. I walked a hall a couple times to get to the elevator, once with my stepmom and the next time we went in opposite directions. I had to go to this class that was in session to ask the teacher if we could do something called the vanilla bean project. It involved having the babies that were in the other scene of my dream. I had a script, which was just like a page out of a magazine. I was nervous to interrupt the class and what if I forgot what I was asking, but I did it and he said it was okay.