Dream Journal ft. Teacher

So last night’s dream features my teacher, d.l., from my blog “our teacher is bullying us.”

I was in elementary or Kintergarden, we were learning colors so whatever grade you learn to draw and color in. My teacher is d.l., she gives us an assignment and I partner up with someone. We all had one bowl per pair of students. Our assignment was to make a color with food coloring in our half of the bowl while our partner made a different color in their half. We did so, but then it started bubbling up, which turned our project white from the bubbles somehow. I went crying to our teacher, explaining how it somehow turned white and she yelled at me, leaving my partner out of it, explaining how I was a failure and tried to show me how it was done, but when her example failed to turn colors she got even more mad at me saying how she couldn’t believe I would do something like this.

I don’t remember the rest of the dream.


Dream Journal

WARNING!! Explicit.. and somewhat emberassing dream here

I was living with my grandma and I was currently obsessed with the line “my pussy glitter is gold” from Cardi B’s ‘Bodak Yellow’, so much so that I was trying to lure her out of the house so that I could melt down some gold lipstick, mix it with gold glitter, inject in inside my vagina, push it out, film it and put it online titled “my pussy glitter is gold”. (I never accomplished it, I don’t remember why though)

I’m glad I’m anonymous on here 😄😂

Dream Journal

Note: I’ve been listening to tons of creepypastas lately for a sort of entertainment while I paint.  I’m also going to stop numbering the journals because it’s going to be hard to remember. 

I was sitting on the floor of my living room while petting my parakeet on the head, when she waddled on back into her cage and started to bathe herself.  She ended up nearly drowning herself and I saw her body go limp.  I promptly picked her up out of her bath and started lightly squeezing her, being careful since she is a parakeet.  All of the water was, for lack of a better word, coughed up and she was back to normal.  

I could be wrong, but I think the following is a separate dream.

I was in a shower that, for some reason, had nothing but a curtain separating it from the rest of the area, and I could sense some little kids trying to peek in.  I was correct, and when I heard them giggling and whispering about their victory, distracted from the curtains, I decided to get close to the curtains and positioned myself to stare at them eye to eye when they next decided to peek.  Once they returned and saw how close I was they screamed and ran away.  I felt accomplished after that.

Some time went by and something happened that I can’t remember, maybe a fire, but we had to evacuate the building.  I made my way to the staircase and found myself in a place that fairly resembled SCP-087, (“Foundation,” or, The endless staircase).  I began descending the staircase, when I came upon some colorful box, seemingly a jukebox, with a company name “maxim” on it.  It started speaking, and it told me stories about a little clown toy, and how it had been passed down person to person, usually from people losing and finding it, for centuries.  Nobody seemed to want to keep it, and it had been discarded over and over, telling me about each owner.  The last person to have it was an elderly lady, and it seemed as though she was begging me through the story not to listen any further, but I continued.  There was a company slogan for the doll that I cannot remember.  The jukebox told me about the company, maxim, and how it needed it’s story to be spread like a virus.  I ended up finding a way out and drove home.  Once I got there, my car stopped working and for some reason my house door wasn’t shut but the glass door in front of it was.  Waiting for me there were three dogs behind the glass, I knew they were my dogs even though I have only one dog irl, and they had weird looks on their faces.  I turned around and saw a yellow van with polka-dots in different colors around it.  A clown came out and threw a doll at me, he missed and it hit my garage door leaving behind orange paint.  I tried to run, but my feet wouldn’t take me fast enough.  I eventually hijacked the van and drove as fast as I could, but the clown was fast and continued to be a few feet behind me.  Once I saw that I made a hard u-turn hoping to slow him down, and he seemed to have vanished.  The rest is a blur and all I can say is I remember another eery thing happening.

Dream Journal Entry 4

My boyfriend’s mother was at my house to pick me and him up.(I’ll refer to him as bf from now on to save space)  Somehow bf and I were both in the front seat sitting next to each other, and at some point his mom decided to go into a store.  We stayed in the car out of laziness and eventually the car began to roll, and it wouldn’t stop.  I tried pressing the brakes but nothing worked.  It was at that point that the car turned into a mattress, and I ended up in the driver’s seat and apparently the only way to stop the car was to drive on top of houses, jumping from house to house until we were back.  To my surprise, bf’s mom hadn’t noticed and we went on.  A few moments later we arrived at our destination and I believe this is whee that dream ended and a new began.  

My friend, who I’ll refer to as Adolf, (she was an awful person when we were friends irl) and I were messing around and saw a car go into a garage, but with the door down, as if it were going through a waterfall.  We were intrigued, and immediately knew we were ghosts for some reason.  We followed the car into the garage, but once we got inside the car was gone.  We decided to explore the rest of the house, and later found that someone was home.  It turned out to be a lady that Adolf had some legal troubles with, and we hid.  She eventually found us and shot us, killing us, but we just restrated as if we were playing a video game. This went on over and over until Adolf was permanently dead and I wasn’t.  I then lived in that house without the lady, until some legal thing came up and I was kicked out. I then moved into my uncle’s house, who then got arrested for something, and I had to move.  The next house came, something happened and I had to move.  This repeated on, until I woke up.

Dream Journal Entry 3

I was in an apocalypse, though everyone seemed to still be alive.  It wasn’t anything like zombies or something, it was more like the government had broken down and we had no technical rules to go by.  Eventually we were all in a sort of cult and this monster that resembled an Egyptian god was our god.  We all knew to sit in two lines so he could walk between us and scoot our chairs while chanting and raising staffs to the beat.  We all ended up in a place that resembled a lecture room, when our sort of “leader” announced there was a mistake, and that my ex, Josh, was our true god.  (A bit of back story, I went through a very cringey emo phase when I was twelve.. Josh was my boyfriend and of course also emo, and we’d take turns cutting ourselves for attention, needless to say, the very thought of him or anything associated with him makes me ball up and gag) I then noped the hell out of there.

I got home and my father had died somehow, and my step mother took a vacation to grieve.  At some point my father was found alive, and my step mother had revealed that she had “found god” (not Josh😂) and had gotten a bunch of God merch saying crap like “the truth the way and the light” and my dad and I rolled our eyes and tried to avoid her from then on.  I left to find something to do and I wandered off to a park, where suddenly I was a guy.  

Two of my friends were there and they had some redo or rewind button, so, naturally, we took turns injuring ourselves as badly as possible, each time we would ctrl+z and it’d be fixed.  One of them broke his foot, along with somehow having glass shards protruding from it, some through his bone.  The other friend just jumped from the play.. area, whatever the climbable part of a playground is with the slides and everything, and broke his leg.  I, however, had a go at it, and it hurt very badly in a numb sort of way.  Of course we no longer had the ability to ctrl+z everything so I was f*cked.  

Eventually I was healed magically and the rest is a blur, but I do remember carrying my boyfriend around like a baby and finding a still functioning post-apocalyptic preschool where there weren’t chairs and talked to the teacher about something. 
That’s all, thanks for reading, hope this was weird enough for you. 😄💕

Dream Journal Entry 2

This is a bit late to state last night’s dream, but there is a dream I had when I was about 8 years old that I’ve never forgotten.  Besides, of what I do remember of last night’s dream is confusing as all hell, something to do with a long fish that turned out to be dead and I was the only one who realized it was dead.. yeah..

So when I was 8 I had a dream that was a lot more put together than ones I have now.  I was in my church play area, it had everything McDonald’s has in it’s playroom along with a ball pit all in the middle of the room with a walking space all around it.  There was a monster chasing me around the walking space while I’m trying to scream but to no avail.  This lasts for some time, then I climb up into the play area to escape, and when I realize that won’t work I crawl back out through the ball pit and notice there’s a receptionist near the entrance of the room.  I run up to the counter screaming in mute, and after a while she lifts up her head, looks at me, rolls her eyes and looks back down.  I don’t remember how the dream ended, but I ran around a bit more and eventually woke up.

Dream Journal Entry 1

Let me say the reason I’d like to start a dream journal is because my dreams are very, very absurd and I’d like to share them because of it. 
I was in some school that didn’t seem to have school work, and for some reason we had a dirty laundry room that I was in charge of doing something in there -sorting the clothes maybe?- 

Some time goes by and this boy comes running in trying to find something, I ask what it is, he says he has a crush on a girl and he wants her bra.  I decide to help him out and he finds the bra and runs upstairs when Lexy Reed from that Disney show “Ant Farm” comes running like she senses someone touching her bra.  

She and the boy end up kissing and her bra for whatever reason turns out to be a snow globe or light bulb that broke at some point between the boy taking it, which she tries to fix.  Lexy looks at the glass shards and realizes how to fix it.  She then reaches into her breast and pulls out a water balloon, then throws the balloon into the item hoping that it won’t burst while going through the shards, then she does the same with the other breast and it is fixed.

This is either when I woke up or can’t remember any more.