2022 / 2023
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 at a restaurant with my mom. The restaurant was famous for a popular snack they made and sold, it had gone viral on the internet or something. We got there, and the snack was just a plate with a stack of salted crisp + bell pepper slice + salted crisp + cheese, and so on.
there was a new four star Genshin character, who was another version of Raiden Shogun, for people who had missed her initial banner. She couldn't do any damage, and was only a healer. You couldn't play as her-- rather, when she was on your team, she would stand next to your active character and heal them. Everyone hated her.
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 had to take care of my neighbor's baby rabbits. (this neighbor doesn't exist irl.) there were four baby rabbits as well as their mom. To keep them safe, I decided to lock them in a room and stay in that room and sleep on the floor so I could keep track of them. For some reason, I wasn't allowed to use modern technology when near the rabbits so I got my old DSi and booted it up. I had a pokemon game on there that I hadn't played since 2008, so I looked at my save to see how far I'd come and what pokemon I'd caught. For some reason, my team consisted of two voltorbs and two bellsprouts, who were all around level 70-80. The next day, the rabbits somehow escaped, so I had to put my cats in the room with them to shepard them like sheepdogs. For some reason, this worked and was completely safe.
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 at some library with people from my old High School, and I found an old book about the second world war. Inside of it was a letter my aunt had sent my mom just after the war ended, in Hebrew, and I started crying because she had since stopped writing Hebrew. a teacher there got really mad at me for crying. (None of this even remotely happened, by the way.)
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.
An old man I didn't know had saved me from a flood in London that happened every time there was a recession. We had to go to an alternative universe that was exactly the same as earth except the people looked like demons (red skin, horns) and if you ate the food there you wouldn't be able to leave ever again. We got to a hotel room and someone called the cops on me because I wasn't a demon. It turned out later that the last part with the demons was just an RPG Maker 2003 game I was playing on a laptop. London was still flooded, though.
I was writing a story with my friend over text message. We would receive the story, add a bit to it, and then send the entire story back again, over text. The story was about creatures called 'uncles', who could inhabit anyone's body just by touching them. At one point, my friend sent the story to me with a link to a story on Archive of our Own attached to the bottom of it, captioned 'Go here if you want to read this story from the perspective of mothers'
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 (my great-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.
I was at a mall with my mom and my aunt. This mall had something similar to escalators, except it would send a cart full of people upstairs and then back downstairs on a rail, similar to an elevator. The mall had four floors, and there was a popular phenomenon for elderly people (mostly women) to go to the fourth floor near the end of their lives to commit suicide there. They would take their shoes off and jump out of a window into a pure white space. We were waiting for one of the escalator carts, when a woman came from upstairs, who was elderly as well. As we got on, she asked us to wait and explain what floor she was on. We said it was the first floor. She was confused, because she thought she was on the fourth. We had to explain to her that if you do not get out on the fourth floor, the cart goes back down, and you go back to the first floor. She did not seem able to comprehend this fact.
I was a south park character, at a kind of adventure/theme park with other south park characters (keep in mind that South Park isn't a show I watch, like, ever.) There was a part where we would go into a dormant volcano to look at lava in a cave and throw stuff at it to see how it would react. We had to run to avoid some kid, and I got lost, and by the time we were at the cave there wasn't enough time to throw stuff into the lava. Disappointed, I walked off, only to walk into Butters, who apparently was the kid everyone was avoiding because he was 'too clingy'. I walked away and eventually found myself at a gas station during an active shooting. I avoided getting shot by running into a parking garage and hiding behind a car.
There was this cave in some small town where if you walked in the walls would somehow be this bright red, and it was beautiful so a lot of people wanted to visit, but also many people didn’t know about it yet. It was in this small town with only four stores or so and maybe two streets of houses. I knew this place because I had been camping in the area so me and my grandma had went to see the caves a few times.
But then the cave's existence went viral on Reddit… so a bunch of redditors came to see them. This gave the town so much money that they were able to fix up the cable car that used to go to the caves in the 70s (since it broke people had to walk about half an hour to see them). The odd thing was that the redditors actually did not go to the cave, they just wrote near the entrance with crayons, warning people not to enter.
Meanwhile, in the town, they had built another floor for the town. It wasn’t above the whole town but a lot of it, and had a restaurant (Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria) and a big parking lot. Then, when that became too crowded, they built another floor, which they made into a hospital. And after that, another floor with more parking lots and another Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria. It had about seven floors total, and the top floor had the cable car station. I was in the town for some reason and befriended this random 15 year old girl. She was in therapy for her extremely abusive childhood and spoke about it openly to me. She wanted to show me around the town so took me into the elevator that went to the several floors. The first floor was a parking lot, so she just showed me the restaurant while talking about bad things that were done to her. On the second floor, the hospital, she showed me a man in a coma, who had been in a coma for over thirty years. He was in some way related to the existence of the town, being a founder or something along those lines. Then, on the third floor, we witnessed a woman carrying a bag full of stones from the cave to the pizzeria, handing it over to a pug who was so big his face was the size of the door. We watched this happen, horrified, knowing that the stones would make some vague evil happen.
Also at some point I was made to take a French test in the cable car station, but I don’t remember when in the dream that happened.
I was in New York with some old classmate named Angelique (She does not exist in real life) and by chance we were asked to join a fashion contest and the winner would meet the creator of some big fashion brand. I won by wearing a fancy suit that I made out of black fur that was originally part of a rug. The fashion designer turned out to be Paul McCartney and he immediately pretty much decided that me and Angelique should move in with him in his New York apartment so we just did. He wasn’t actually there most of the time, having houses in many countries and cities, but if he was in New York he wanted company so that was what we were for. He provided us with everything we wanted (food, clothes, we could be driven anywhere by his driver, etc) and our room was a room with two beds and a huge TV and it was located directly under his bedroom, and the only entrance to his bedroom was a flight of stairs inside of our room.
Eventually I met some family and they had a son with Down syndrome and he went missing so I helped them find him on a beach. They refused to get out of their car so they were painstakingly slipping through sand on the beach at a slower than walking pace. Eventually I found the kid for them and I met his non-Down syndrome sister who told me that she hated her parents because they neglected her in favour of her brother.
I had been exhausted and passed out on the floor in my room instead of in my bed. When I woke up, my mother's husband was asleep in my bed. I went to my mother to ask her to do something about it, but she refused, because he looked very cute sleeping. Besides, she said, it was really my fault for not sleeping in my own bed, because that had allowed him to claim it for himself. I was annoyed but accepted it, and my mother installed a new bed in my room where I would sleep instead. The new bed was way smaller.
I lived on a cruise ship with my family. I was friends with two girls who were both very rich. One of them had a father who was an ambassador to another country, I don't know which one. He was holding a party, so the three of us naturally went there. Beforehand, we bought new clothes and wigs at the cruise ship's gift shop, which also sold high-end fashion for some reason. When we got to the party, we realized it was actually at the back of the ship, very close to the water-- the objective of the party was to hold onto a railing while waves periodically washed over you. If you survived to the end (and didn't fall into the ocean to be, I assume, maimed by the engine,) you had a chance to talk to a handsome young bachelor who was at the party. I held on for dear life because I did not want to die. In the end, all of us survived except the ambassador's daughter, though he didn't seem upset at all.
I was in Canada, going to a big aquarium with someone who in real life is an ex-friend, but in the dream we were still friends. He was very anxious, and was too afraid to buy his own ticket so I went to do it for him. Though, when I went to buy our tickets, the woman selling them kept asking me to reconsider, since according to her I didn't seem mentally prepared to enter the aquarium. I eventually wore her down by insisting I wanted tickets, and I went on my way. we saw some fish, but when following the route the aquarium told us to follow we were very quickly led into a series of movie theatres showing movies that had nothing to do with fish at all. Eventually, he made a group of friends there, and sat with them while I sat alone.