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.

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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 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.