another mall related dream I had was that my godmother was calling me through an earpiece, telling me where to go in a mall. I accidentally walked into a toystore, where the employees were strangely rude to me. They mocked the fact that I was in there despite being an adult, and constantly yelled at me while I walked around. I was looking for dolls, and only realized after a while that the dolls were on the second floor, which you could only access with a strange short flight of stairs that once you stood on it was lifted upwards, kind of like a strange, dangerous elevator. This didn't look safe, so I walked out of the store. Somewhere after this, in the same dream, I was on a campsite, going on a historic walk with pamphlets and audio tours and everything. I had been at this campsite before, but they had built a lot of new buildings there since I'd been there. Notably, there was an entire square dedicated to the works of Walt Disney now, including Batman, who he apparently invented.
later, my grandma and I were in a dangerous situation, so I teleported us, but the only thing I thought while teleporting was that we needed to get out of there, so I teleported us to a small Canadian island on accident. A vague, distant family member owned a supermarket there, and she allowed us to sleep in the store at night while we tried to find a way back. I kept trying to teleport us back, but it didn't work, and wouldn't for at least a few more days. There was something off about the vibes in the store and surrounding neighborhood, but I didn't really know why. We had no money, so we couldn't buy our own food, and we had to steal stuff from the woman's store. She didn't notice though, and we thought it was only fair since she made us sleep on the floor. Tensions rose as the days passed, and at one point while I was on a walk outside I was ambushed by two men I'd never previously met. I narrowly managed to escape by breaking a window and climbing out of it, and ran back to the store to grab my grandma's hand (you could only teleport someone along with you if you were touching them). I teleported us away and we ended up in our own hometown, albeit on the other side of town in a random office building. We had to walk back while it was dark and rainy, but we didn't really care, just glad to be back home.
I didn't have a great track record at this job. Guests were often really rude to me, but I couldn't bring myself to stay polite, so I would be rude back. My friend was better at staying polite, but she did agree that the guests were simply too rude to us. There was a woman and her family, who we had to escort to their rooms. We entered the elevator with the family, holding their bags. There was a temporary power outage, and the whole elevator went dark. The family matriarch, somehow thinking this was all my fault, took her coffee and spilled a bit over the front of my shirt. I, in retaliation, grabbed her coffee, and poured it over her clothing, the clothing of her husband, and her son, too, for good measure. They left the elevator at their floor, and we went back downstairs, while I scrubbed my shirt clean.
We were certain we were going to get fired, but the woman never complained about us to our boss. We talked to a few people who were having dinner, and we gave some people directions, and then a man approached us. He was short and chubby, bald on the top of his head and wearing a fancy suit. The hotel had a lot of rich guests, so he wasn't out of place. He asked us to sit with him so we did, in a quiet part of the lobby. There, he offered us a lot of money if we would... service him.
We did. It was over in less than a minute, barely enough to get his pants off. He gave us a bunch of money, and then left the hotel, sweaty and blushing profusely, fogging up his glasses. My friend and I divided the money between us, and went back to our desk. And that was that. We didn't speak about it or anything.
My mother left early, saying she wanted me to stay behind for a few hours more, to help out in the shop. She thought it would be good for me to have some job experience. But the moment she left, the aunt proclaimed that she was going to sleep for a few hours, and if anything happened in the store I should fix it. Oh, and I had to do groceries for her. When I went back out front I immediately saw that the store was all out of wool, and there was none in the back either. I looked up nearby stores that sold wool, but the only place that showed up on the map was a pregnancy clinic for trans men who wanted to bear children. I had no clue where else to go, so I took the car there (despite, you know, not having a license). When I showed up to the building it didn't seem to have a door.
Not knowing what else to do, I just went to the store and got the aunt the regular groceries she also wanted. Back at her home, I put the groceries away, and sat in the front of the store, waiting for her to wake up. When she did, she chastised me for not finding the wool, as well as not putting away her groceries properly.
I was sent away to a mental hospital after the first baby was born, and everyone said it was because I had autism. I was basically forced into a room all day, not allowed out unless there was some kind of group activity. The room had a bathroom with a bath and a shower. The room itself was small, and pretty much only contained a bed and no windows. It was near a highway, and I'd frequently lay in my bed just listening to the cars speeding by. Occasionally, someone would enter the room and make me answer a questionnaire.
At one point, I managed to escape. I ran out into the field, in a white hospital gown, and hid underneath a table. There were street races going on. I watched the races until a security officer found me and dragged me back to the room. I struggled. I knew I was going to be in a ton of trouble when the doctors would come, so I locked my door (even though they had keys, it was just a bit of extra time) and took a bath, still wearing my hospital gown as well as a sweater. The bathtub wasn't deep enough to drown myself in. I turned the shower on and tried to pretend I didn't hear anyone entering my room.
They made me get out of the bath and take my clothes off. They weighed me. They asked how many months pregnant I was. I said five. This made them very angry.
Our mother was going to die soon- I don't know how we knew, but we knew it, and we were both sad and relieved. Our older brother didn't understand, obviously, so we decided to not explain it to him at all, because there was no point to it. As mother's health got worse, my sister and I dared to order a pizza, something that was usually never allowed. We ate it on the top floor, and mother didn't notice. Our older brother did, but we just gave him some pizza and chicken, and he was happy.
Eventually, we found out an estranged sister of ours had killed herself in one of the bathrooms ages ago, but we hadn't noticed, because we had thought she'd moved away. Her corpse lay perfectly preserved on the floor of a public bathroom. There were other people in our house who were coming to help us take care of mother's funeral, even though she wasn't dead yet. They helped us get our sister out of the bathroom. Back outside the bathroom, we found our brother dead at the table, his face planted into his half-eaten pizza. We didn't know what he died from, but we weren't surprised. My sister held my hand. I squeezed her hand tight.
Mother had died too, downstairs. There was nothing my sister and I could do, so we went outside, to a small park adjacent to our house. It was sunny there, and I felt like I hadn't felt the sun on my skin in ages. We felt like we had escaped. I even saw my mother outside, my real mother, not the one from the dream. I walked around for a bit, but I couldn't find my sister anymore. I began to wonder if she had ever left the house in the first place. I wondered if maybe she hadn't survived at all.
I had a bunch of friends over at a house. One of them was a girl who had brought her dog. I was closer to her siblings (she had like, five older brothers) but none of them were there. The girl went out in the garden with her dog, and the garden was connected to a river, which was deep and flowed wildly. She stood outside, looking over the water, and I walked up to her when her dog attacked me. It started biting at me, scratching me with it's nails as it tried to find purchase so it could bite my neck or face. Suddenly, the girl was in the water. She couldn't swim. I managed to get the dog loose and threw it into the river as well. They both disappeared under the waves. They were dead. Nobody had seen me. I went back inside and told nobody about what I had just done.
Eventually people came looking for her. People who owned boats combed the river but none could find her. On one hand, this calmed me, because if they found her alive she would surely tell on me, but on the other hand if she wound up dead it would be good, too, because then there was zero chance that she'd tell. The party at the house wound down, and the girl's siblings entered the house, looking for her in the garden and watching fishermen look for her in the water. They didn't find her, of course, though they did somehow find some other kid who almost drowned but ended up being fine. He was reunited with his mother.
I found the girl's old Nintendo DSi, where she had used the app Flipnote Hatena as her secret diary. I read through it, through the parts where she said she was actually a member of a system, and a part where she said she was psychotic. The diary was from a year ago. I was scared she would be found. I cleaned myself up so the dog's attacks were no longer visible. I told the girl's brother how horrible I thought it all was. I was a liar. I even helped them make a public service announcement about the fact that she was missing.
I stabbed a man my mom was friends with, and left him to die in the hallway of a building. I hid the knife in an electricity maintenance box near a canal and then went to the other side of town on my bike, so nobody would think I had anything to do with the murder. I rode my bike on the highway just to show how fast I could go.
I ended up at the orphanage where I had apparently lived as a small child. It was a predominantly black orphanage, and the kids there who remembered me were confused, because they had remembered me to be black as well. A woman there gave me a cup of hot chocolate. Nobody suspected me yet.
I was putting on a production of West Side Story with a bunch of people. I was cast as Anita, for some reason.
I was on vacation with my grandma, and we'd rented a huge old house somewhere in the center of a village. One of the rooms was at the very top of the building, and had windows on all sides, so I chose that room. There was a bed there, as well as a small, old TV.
I somehow drifted off, and when I woke up, there was a plague of frogs going on. Millions of frogs rained from the sky, sticking to the windows of my room before moving on. It was so bad that the local news advised not to go outside. My grandma stayed inside, but I didn't want the vacation to go by without doing anything, so I went out. There weren't that many frogs, so you could still walk down the street without squishing them, luckily. I went to see a movie, and had dinner at a restaurant after. Oddly, both of these places had other people in them too, so obviously people hadn't paid the warnings too much mind. Then I went back into my house, and switched the little TV on. The newscaster of the local news station talked about a 'dangerous-looking man' who had been sighted in front of the town's cinema. I was afraid that it was me.
My mom made it a new rule in the house that you weren't allowed to go to the bathroom unless you were wearing a specific blue sweater, which was kept in the living room. I did it a few times, but after that my mom's husband started hiding it and eventually burned it as a joke. Instead of just allowing me to go, my mom banned going to the bathroom all together. When I went anyways, and locked the door, she got a screwdriver out and tried to pick the lock from the outside.
I was having a sleepover with the daughter of one of my mom's friends. We watched an episode of Doctor Who set in the 1950s. It starred a woman who once saw a dalek during an invasion, and immediately decided that they were the epitome of beauty and she had to become one of them. She started getting surgery to replace her arms with those metal arm things daleks have, and got both of her legs amputated, instead driving around in a weird low little car with a decal of a woman's legs on it. Somehow, nobody noticed that she no longer had legs. The episode was so frightening to me that I stopped watching it and went to sleep.
I was going on vacation with my mother. My mom forced me to take my bedroom closet along, which was really hard because it was both huge and pretty fragile. We had to get a cab, and the closet had to be put on the roof, and I had to hold onto it while we drove to make sure it didn't fall off the roof. The dream ended with me arriving at the train station only to remember that we were going by plane, not train, and I had to travel even further.
I was in Japan together with my mom and our neighbour, who was played by Robert Webb but wasn’t him. They gave me a tape recorder to record everything with, and while it got recorded, that neighbour could hear it from his phone. Me and him spent most of our time together in Japan, going on long walks and to a bathhouse and stuff like that, and I kept clinging to him a bit and didn’t even know where my mom was.
Then the tape recorder was full and I could suddenly not find the neighbour anymore and I was very confused and worried. I walked until I had a bunch of blisters on my feet, a random woman gave me a bottle of alcohol and I finally found a train station and got in back to Tokyo because it was the only place I remembered being.
I sat down next to a man and his girlfriend, who were bickering a bit, but were pretty helpful when I told them about the tape recorder/being lost thing. They tried to help me by charging my phone (which didn’t work there, only the tape recorder did, but it was still nice) and talking to me to calm me down. I also got the tape recorder working again but the neighbour didn’t pick up.
Eventually I noticed that the train only had a few more japanese stops and after that it was all places such as California, Los Angeles, Hawaii et cetera. And then at the next stop my mom came to talk to me. She said the train would undergo maintenance for a day at that stop, and that I had missed the stop with the airport, so I would have to go to America by train and then fly home from there. I asked where the neighbour was but she gave a vague half-answer and I never saw him again.
I was on some sort of school trip, and there was a boy there who I constantly tried to avoid. When he saw me, he would run at me and try biting me, sometimes succeeding. I ran away from the group we were in with school, and ended up on a huge old warship that was parked nearby. My grandma was on the warship, and she helped me close and lock a bunch of the doors so that the boy couldn't get in. Just before everything was closed, he managed to catch me on some stairs and bite my arm really hard. My grandma got a pair of scissors and started cutting his rain poncho into pieces, and he eventually backed off. After that, we quickly locked the rest of the doors and were safely inside.
I was watching Star Trek in my grandma's basement, when people suddenly broke into her house. She went after them, and they beat her up and took her with them. I, panicked, ran off, trying to call the police, but the first two times I got connected to a police agent they did not take me seriously at all and hung up. Finally, I managed to get people to come to the house to investigate. They questioned me, searched the house, et cetera. I was terrified, and couldn't sleep, so eventually at around 5 AM I decided to go to the supermarket to try and get myself to calm down. On my way back from there, I ran into my grandma, who seemed to be completely fine. Apparently, she had managed to escape, but only after hearing the kidnappers saying some very disturbing things about me. Apparently, she said, my mom's husband was my real father.
I was Niko Bellic from Grand Theft Auto IV, which somehow wasn't that relevant to the story. I was young, slipping into a building without anyone paying attention to me. Every room I came to, every flight of stairs I climbed, I kept ending up in the middle of pub-like places, with lots of older men standing around drinking beer and talking, watching sports or even playing games like pool themselves. I was going to the highest floor, to an office, where I knew I would be raped by a family member. I knew that I had no choice, and had to allow it to happen, or else something bad would happen to someone else. I was the only one who could stop it, so I went willingly.
I was a refugee in some country in Africa, together with my mother's elderly aunt. We had managed to make enough money to buy a market stall, which we used as our house, her sleeping under it and me on top of it. One day, we heard a train would be passing the town we were in, which was big news because the train only came around once every few months. We quickly had to grab all our stuff and go to the train station. I went to the market stall and grabbed the only two items I owned: my childhood stuffed animal and a tiny keychain version of the same stuffed animal, which fit perfectly into the palm of my hand.
The train took us to Canada, where my mom's aunt lived, and upon getting there she immediately left me alone. Luckily, my mom and aunt just happened to be in Toronto, where I was, so we reunited and planned on taking a plane back to our country together. Due to the long lines at the airport, the Toronto airport had made the process of checking in extremely convoluted and vague, in the hope that people would give up on travelling and the lines wouldn't be as long. We were supposed to go to a random deserted square somewhere in Toronto, where we stood in the middle of a circle, which turned out to actually be an elevator taking us underground. There, under the square, was the airport security. We had to undergo all sorts of tests concerning our mental and physical wellbeing, as well as fitness. This was because Air Canada gave more benefits to people the worse they were doing physically. If you were sick, disabled or in pain, they would measure how much that affected you and then they would give you a coupon with as much free stuff as they thought you deserved. My aunt and I both got a clean bill of health, and thus got nothing for free. My mom was having trouble walking because her leg hurt, so they gave her a coupon for a free muffin that would otherwise cost €3.