Dream Log Archive

Category: Post-college

  • February 20, 2020

    (friend’s house / awkward family moment / celebrity visit)

    I’m at College Friend J’s house, which has the same layout as my apartment but wider. We’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch watching Hannibal. College Friend J keeps trying to catch his cat.

    I want to move closer to him but don’t want to seem clingy. I slowly shift over until my head is resting near his legs. He looks at me strangely, then tells me to scoot over and lets me lean on his shoulder.

    His mom comes in and out of the room, and before she leaves, she tells him to do the dishes. After a while, I remind him, and we go to the kitchen. He washes while I help put the dishes away.

    Outside, near the front door where the car is parked, College Friend J’s dad, mom, sister, and a transitioning person are standing. His mom doesn’t seem to trust the transitioning person. We make inside jokes about her behavior based on the show Hannibal.

    Something bad happens, and his mom immediately looks at the transitioning person and insists she knows they don’t have top surgery done.

    I’m in a school classroom. A visiting musician comes in. He’s short, almost dwarfish. He plays a couple of strings on a guitar and tries to make jokes while talking about where he’s been and where he’s from, but his talk isn’t very put together. He says he’s from Scotland.

    The jokes don’t land well, and many students become disillusioned, though some still go up for autographs. One girl has lined paper folded into four sections, filled with celebrity signatures.

    There’s a flashback to Catherine Tate signing something. She says her signature doesn’t look as good as another celebrity’s, possibly Hugh Jackman’s.

    I go up to the girl with the signatures and ask what it’s like to meet celebrities. She says most of her experiences are short and she doesn’t get much time to talk. I say it’s been the same for me in Japan.

    There’s some kind of raffle, and people receive a lot of perishable goods and share them around. One item is a kind of gel mochi with something inside.

  • February 27, 2019

    (California set / new job confusion / swamp creatures)

    I’m in a place that feels like California, half indoors and half outdoors. There’s a hill with sand, a road, palm trees, and people in bathing suits, like a movie set. The ocean is nearby, and at the bottom of the hill there’s a hospital.

    I’m staying in a bungalow that looks like a tea house with SHINee. I go upstairs to a kitchen area where there are presents—lots of individually boxed oranges. I divide them into equal portions for everyone and note that we’ll have to eat them quickly.

    We all go out through a door on the kitchen level into a white hallway. Two members split off into a door on the left. I go out a different door, while the others go down either side of a T-split at the end of the hall.

    I start a new job. My boss is a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair. I don’t get instructions on how to do the job, so I go in but can’t really get started.

    Over the weekend, I have a fainting episode. I go to the hospital and move through multiple floors and crowded waiting rooms before eventually leaving again with no diagnosis.

    On the way back to work, I change into my work clothes—a swimsuit and a dress. I stop to talk with Sister’s Husband, who is a senior at the same job. He helps me register the hospital visit as a half-day sick day. I talk with another coworker, and then my boss comes up and asks about my absence. I explain the health issue and say I’ll work the afternoon, even though I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.

    I go back up the hill and into the same hallway as before, entering a door near the end. Inside is a marshy area. Two members of SHINee have become swamp creatures—a turtle and a crocodile, which is possibly Taemin.

    The turtle struggles to catch food and gets teased by the other. He explains that tortoises are actually the fast ones in water. I feed the crocodile some reeds from the edge, and the turtle says he’ll also need to eat some for fiber along with his usual food.

    After feeding them and checking on them, I get ready to leave. I ask if they want anything special next time. They say they want oranges. I think this is simple, since I already have the individually boxed oranges from earlier that they know about.