Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/12/2020
By amandalyle
I was hanging out with this group of people in this small front garden. Amongst them, was this female comedian who was doing this stand up. I didn’t find it remotely funny so just pretended to laugh along to seem polite. At one point, this lady walked out of the house with this newborn baby in a carrycot and everyone started cooing over it. At this point, I couldn’t breathe (I’m not sure if I stopped breathing in real life?) and I was struggling to get air into my lungs. It was a frightening feeling. I tried to get the attention of the others but nobody was helping me, they just kept on laughing at the comedian and her lame jokes. Next scene; I had to sit an exam in this big hall. I was messing around with something on the table taking my sweet time but when I turned around to the person to my right, I was shocked to find she had already started her paper and was way ahead. I shuffled some papers in front of me and eventually found the right ones. On first inspection, the paper looked fairly easy, but then I realised it was actually really bloody hard. I gave up there and then. I got up from my desk and left feeling bad that I had just failed my maths exam. Next scene; I had picked my mum up from this old people’s home (she doesn’t live in one in real life) but before I had reached her room, she was walking out with her neighbour friends. They had planned to take her into town. She told me I could come along, but I spent the whole time three steps behinds them, hanging around like a spare part. Later that day, I had driven over to her house (not the old people’s home) as my son Alex was desperate to see nanny (as he hadn’t seen her for months) As we walked into the house, I could hear crying. “Don’t come in!” I heard my mum shout. I walked in, anyway, to find her in floods of tears “go away!” She yelled, “you shouldn’t be here!” Feeling rejected, I started walking over to the door, but Alex had grabbed hold of my mums legs and I couldn’t peel him off. Next scene; I was now a 14 year old boy who had a lisp and lived in a very poor country. I had to work as well as go to school everyday. I had just painted this beautiful picture and wanted to show it to my mum. So I ran upstairs to show her. She was blind drunk on the bed, but she seemed appreciative of the painting nonetheless. I then switched perspectives and I was now the mother (?!) I told the boy to shoo and he scurried off out of the room. I saw my husband sitting on this chest of drawers on the otherwise of the room. “Come on, let’s have a quickie!” He said. I was in two minds about it, knowing there were children in the house who could overhear. “Okay.” I said, “but we’ll have to be quiet!” I stripped on my way over there (I think I was back to being myself now?) and we had sex on top of the furniture. I remember trying not to make a sound... which was very difficult. Next scene; I was on this family holiday, staying in this wooden cabin. It wasn’t very luxurious. I really needed to use the toilet but my father-in-law had got in there before me. I was getting pretty desperate but waited patiently. When he finally came out and I went into the bathroom, I was horrified to see a bucket for a toilet. A stinky shitty bucket. I squatted down and tried to go, but I couldn’t. It was so gross I couldn’t bring myself to do it. As I got up again; I realised my dressing gown was covered in poo. I was absolutely mortified and disgusted. I took it off and threw it into the corner of the room. Next scene; I was at the supermarket. Covid 19 rules were in full swing and we all had to stand 2 metres apart. It seemed like I was queuing forever and I was growing more and more impatient. My car ticket was about to expire. I could see it in my minds eye... and I noticed that this car had parked so close to me, it had prevented me from being able to drive it out. I cursed under my breath and prayed for it to be gone by the time left this awful place.