WAKE UP: MY DREAM JOURNAL, JUST FOR YOU

4.14.25

These past days have been confusing because
I catched a cold so I've had fever dreams that
I can't distinguish once I wake up.
For example, a couple of days ago,
I remember being in a dark room where I found an old purse of mine
and when I opened it contained sticker sheets,
then in another dream I remember seeing a trailer park and nothing more.
I always wake up with this weird sensation tha
t a lot of thing happened while I was asleep but
at the same time I can feel how the memories slip
from me even tho I try to retain them.
Then I dreamed today that I had a date with
this man I have dreamed before of.
He has like a really blonde hair, shoulder lenght.
His hair is like very straight, very beautiful
and he talks with an accent,
like he's slavic and everyone thinks he's very ugly
except me.
Unlike the other dreams that I've had,
he was wearing black clothes and we were sitting,
looking at each other,
and between us was this table with this bright flowered tablecloth.
And I had the strong feeling that we talked a lot but we didn't move our mouths,
but it's wasn't telepathy either.
The only thing I remember is that the table
wasn't part of the place we were in,
because we were on some of a school,
but there weren't children,
so I can't tell really were we were.

4.10.25

I remember a supermarket I couldn't leave.
Stairs that led to nowhere
and a bowl of mac'n'cheese.
Now I realize I, indeed,
dream a lot about pasta.

4.8.25

In my dream there was a chinese man, and he wore a cap.
The only thing I recall besides that was
that I was on some kinds of skycraper at night
and I could see the city from there
(don't know what city, by the way).
Maybe I was shorter than real life,
but I can't recall anything besides what I wrote.

4.6.25

I actually dreamed last night.
I don't remember exactly how it began
or how it ended,
but I was in some sort of catholic private school
and then I was eating something at the canteen,
it started as a spaghetti plate,
but mid bite it turned into some kind of chocolate dessert.
I can't recall anything besides the fact that the lighting was weird
(was it day?, was it cloudy? was it afternoon?)
and that I didn't know why I was there to begin with.

4.5.25

I don't remember dreaming
something in particular last night.
I may be wrong. Sometimes, I confuse reality with dreams,
not to the point of
not realizing if I woke up,
but to question what was real.
Was it a dream, or a fuzzy memory?
It's like déjà-vus.
"I've lived this already,
and we we're talking about this",
but I never know how it ends,
because, technically, dreams don't have an end.
Is it future or is it past?

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