Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/11/2019
By ItsABlackCat
It took place in their weird fantasy world which I had adventured to. Before we went there, though, I went alone to this shop. It’s run by one single guy, an oldish but friendly man. I always see this shop in a bunch of my dreams but it’s not a real shop. The guy and I, I remember, had a strange relationship. We weren’t actually related and we DEFINITELY weren’t dating. We weren’t exactly friends and we also weren’t enemies. I think that I must have worked for him in the past (in my dreams not irl) and that I had worked as a volunteer. Or maybe I had just done nice things for him. Whatever the case, I felt I had to help him whenever I could. His store was small and it had a smallish desk by your right when you entered, which he was always standing behind. There was no register. There were shelves on the walls but not many racks of shelves elsewhere: just hanging on the walls. They held random weird stuff like CD’s that played the noise of unnamed animals, weird tiny crystals that seemed too vibrant to be real and earbuds that shined in all colors of the rainbow. In the center of the store there were little rack things that held a couple of clothes, mainly colorful sweaters and plain T-shirts made of silk, and there was a rack that held a bunch of very colorful and shiny cleaning tools like brooms. It was a very crowded store since it was small. When I came in I helped to tidy the store: I put things that had fallen back on the racks and such. I remember a shifty looking kid came into the store and I was prepared to stop him if he stole something. He tried to take a broom by sneaking off with it but (somehow) I pickpocketed it from him just before he left. The guy’s shop definitely had a magical aura. I just don’t remember how. We never talked, this dude and I: but in return for helping him I feel like he did something for me. Maybe magical. Idk. I left the shop feeling odd but not bad. Anyways what I remember from the main dream is me and a bunch of other girls (not really girls that I knew) going through this like tunnel space, traveling beneath a lake to a dry spot which had a really long tunnel filled with stained glass and rare gemstones. When we emerged we came up and out of this pond which was in the magical dimension place, only we didn’t get wet from the pond, it was like emerging from smoke that looked and acted like water. Anyways I came out first, and helped a couple girls come up after me and climb out. I remember seeing two girls, one brunette with medium length hair and one with short blue hair, and thinking they were very cute. I was like ‘maybe I can get their names and numbers later.’ But almost immediately after we got out and into this dream place we were greeted by this lady and her team who insisted that we come watch a play. Then she chose like five girls for this ‘Egg Pageant’ thing. As I was going to the play with everyone else she grabbed me and said ‘Oh, you’d do great in the Egg Pageant too!’ and forced me to do the pageant last-minute instead of this girl. She took us to a back room and dressed us up really nice and had us do a couple of push ups and curl ups. Then she told us it was time to go. Before we left I hurried and brushed my teeth really fast and applied a shit ton of clear lip-gloss stuff which made my lips look super shiny. Then I was rushed into a line of five or so girls. Some looked like tomboy guys but they were still all girls a think. But like some were in suits. I remember being jealous and thinking ‘why couldn’t I wear a suit, it looks so much more comfortable than this stupid fuckin ball gown she made me wear’ and then as if she could read thoughts the lady said ‘now you’re all wearing what fits YOUR style, so you all look wonderful!’ Then we were given numbers. Of course I was number one. In order, we went through the aisle of the theatre (where everyone else was already seated and watching us) and tried to look graceful as we sat down in the correct number Egg. Which there were like five giant, golden, hollow eggs pushed against the front of the stage, turned so that whoever sat inside looked at the people instead of the play. There were fancy carvings on the outside and soft red velvet cushions on the inside of every Egg. I remember thinking two things, one was ‘are you KIDDING ME I HAVE TO SIT IN THAT THING AND STILL LOOK CUTE WTF’ and the second thing I thought was ‘why aren’t the eggs like on a balcony or some shit, we can’t even see the play when we’re down by the stage and we might distract everyone!’ Anyways I sat down after some confusion of which egg was mine, and we all sat down in the eggs and were looking hot as hell. I remember both of girls from the beginning that I thought were cute were sitting near me and I was like ‘can this get any worse’ and then I noticed that there were some kids from school in the crowd (somehow) as well. I was like ‘well fuck’ but I also wondered if they thought I was cute since obviously the lady who put me here did. I was feeling cute because even though I hated the dress, it made my waist look super small and my boobs look really good, and also the shiny lip gloss made my lips look amazing too. But after a bit the lights dimmed and the play started. It was weird and not very good, either. There were no props on stage: it was empty. There were a dozen or so younger kids, ranging from like 5 years old to 11 maybe, and they had giant 2D costumes. As in they just wore what was basically an enormous cardboard mask of whatever they were being. There was no sound or music. The Egg Pageant girls were all kind of like turning in their seats and craning their heads around in order to see. At the end the kids in the play all got peg legs (somehow) and were hopping around on the stage, the other Egg Pageant girls were like ‘hey I want a peg leg! Lol’ and I was just there like ‘wtf is going on’ while the kids did some weird end-of-play jig with peg legs on the stage. Everyone was clapping though so I put on what I hoped was a graceful smile and clapped too. Then, somehow, I got out of there when the play ended and went back to the man’s shop from the very beginning. When I was there I helped clean the shop with one of the fancy colorful brooms. Something about the gems was making me feel uneasy. But the entire shop made me feel uneasy, like there was some greater power at work, so it wasn’t a big deal. Then I woke up. It wasn’t exactly scary or anything. Just weird as fuck.