Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/20/2022
By Fitful
I was transported up, some place that was up, to this old country in maybe an antique shop. This antique shop was also up, in some second or third story. I was in Italy, with family. And I was surprised they were my family but after a little while it felt natural and normal thing to remember they were. At first I played a game. Inside a small carriage or a motor vehicle I had to find the rebel -illegal- equipment. It was a test for them as well. They tested themselves on all newcomers. If I, a complete stranger, could find it the police surely could. I searched and didn't find much, then I thought to go up. Sure enough there was a trap door and I found all the contraband there. It turns out they were part of a resistance. I feel maybe the resistance happened hundreds of years ago. This was just the tail end, their reward. They lived... Sorta poor. Definitely not well off. I felt critical the note I learned if the past and what happened. Why had they not just left Italy instead of staying to hang on and be poor for generations after? They could have everything in America now if they had. I stayed for a while. They showed me the local grocery store. It was nice, for a small town thing. I was being stalked lowkey by a recent date. I wasn't planning on furthering along our dating. He wasn't well pleased and came after me, ambushing me at the grocer. I ended up in a copy of the same antique shop, this time his home. I argued with a past version of a daughter or a granddaughter. It was strange. Apparently he'd been alone for a while. She expected me to fix it. I didn't feel the need to. I turned it all down, standing my ground and showing them they didn't need me after all, and then went home. Somehow part of that experience was a trip through time but I made it back to the same present moment just fine. Home, the antique shop with family, was nicer still after that excursion. They sorta treated me like I was still a child. I think I might have been a cat instead however. I spend some time arranging things so pets and myself and the children could get extra treats - like chocolate brownies (but not those for the dog) - and it would seem like medicine. I stashed treats here and there in the pets stuff. I smiled as some girl - a relative - watched me work with awe and a slack jaw. I felt satisfied and accomplished. I smuggled sweets away for us to enjoy later, and the adults were none the wiser cause I'm clever. The very end of it I noted two favorite Gothic people, famous, were getting a divorce. I was sad, as I liked them both, but I knew they were too classy to let it get ugly. Something about the word "first" being the same word of a children's book about a pumpkin on Halloween and them both being connected to the book. They uses the word "first" in their announcement and I felt safe.