Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/15/2019
By amandalyle
There were two little girls in this courtyard. One was singing a theme-tune (I didn’t recognise it, personally, but apparently it was off of some Disney channel show) If the other girl guessed it right, she got a prize... and that prize was a work experience day supporting people with learning difficulties!!! Not much of a prize, I know. But I was in charge and so I took them under my wing. Part of the experience involved us taking a stroll down the canal together. All was going well, until this weird group of people came over and started invading our personal space. They kept putting their faces right up close to our own, but not saying anything. Just staring... as if communicating with their eyes! I then recognised an old friend, Amber, who was in charge of this strange crowd. “Don’t mind them!” She said. “They are harmless!” She then started telling me about this amazing job opportunity and said I could do a taster day. I agreed, but later wished that I hadn’t, when I realised that the job really wasn’t too amazing. It featured cleaning up caravans after sex parties. We both started cleaning up as quickly as we could, because the next people were soon to arrive. There was all kinds of random shit, all over the place. I caught Amber shoving some condom wrappers between the sofa. I remember going into the toilets to find a shit explosion. “No way on Hell’s Earth am I cleaning that up!” I thought and I quickly shut the door. Outside, I remember looking at my reflection in the squeaky clean windows and seeing that my hair was all patchy. “I really need to dye it!” I thought. I then spotted a girl, who had lovely dark hair and who was wearing red lipstick, walk by and remember thinking that I really wanted that hair colour. Next scene; I had made a musical instrument using old wine bottles and a cardboard box. When I blew into it, it made the most majestic sound. “I need to take this to a DJ!” I thought. The boys were with me and it was dark outside, so I gave them a packet of crisp to keep them happy and asked them to follow my lead. As we were walking over to our destination, down this dodgy dark lane, a VW camper van almost ran us over and I had to quickly pull the boys to safety. “Motherfucker!” I yelled, shaking my fists. It was some stoned hippie dude who just shrugged and drove on, not really caring that he almost run down an entire family. By the time I took my amazing musical instrument to the DJ, it was broken and didn’t work. “Wait a minute!” I pleaded, trying to blow frantically into the tops of the bottles. No sound. Just spit flying everywhere. Needless to say, the DJ was NOT impressed and so I walked out with my head hanging low and feeling defeated. “I’ll never make it in the music industry!” I thought, sadly. Next scene; My friend Tony and I were hanging out at this big house (which didn’t belong to either of us) but we were tidying up and having a catch up as we did so. He kept asking me lots of questions and I could feel myself growing more and more uncomfortable. He then suggested going back to mine and I quickly made up an excuse because I felt so tired and didn’t want any company.