This is where I store my dreams. Some of them are from a while ago, so I don't remember when they happened.
DECEMBER 17TH, 2024: I almost never have dreams that take place in the same area, but I've had a dream about this library twice now. It's an amalgamation of some of the most expansive libraries I've visited, like the Strand in New York and Tattered Cover in Colorado. I was there with my mom, and we were looking for a specific book. I knew I didn't have a lot of money and wanted to save it for this book in particular. But as we kept looking, I kept encountering other books I wanted to buy: comic collections from shows I like, psychological texts, books on Greek mythology... Every time, I would say "alright, I'll come back later" and leave them. We kept looking and looking, but we never found the book I was looking for.
SPRING 2019?: I had this dream about a week into spring break in college. I was on a plane with my dad and realized that I had forgotten a sweater and some shampoo, but told my dad "this is a dream so when I wake up and am on a plane for real I'll make sure I remember it". He looked at me and said "What are you talking about? This is real life, not a dream!" So I decided it probably was real. In the dream, I woke up, went on the plane again, and forgot something AGAIN. A week later, flying back home for real this time, I forgot a cardigan I really liked.
UNKNOWN: I was on a flying pirate ship. We would travel between different worlds and trade with people (including one person who briefly docked on the ship). I worked with three other people. Our manager was a middle-aged white lady. The only other person I remember working with was this guy who only spoke Spanish -- problem was, the rest of us only spoke English. Our manager was always very concerned about him and pulling me aside to ask for advice on what to do with him. I thought this was ridiculous, since he was perfectly good at the job. She would always schedule us together since we got along well. We were picking up groceries when he turned to me, held up a bunch of macarons, and said, "How much are these?" I asked him how he was suddenly speaking English and he looked me in the eyes and said "I can speak English fine, I just don't like talking to people". It turns out he didn't even know how to speak Spanish. The dream had this sort of flashback sequence where I realized that, every time I heard him speak Spanish, he was just saying gibberish. I had thought this was odd but never called him on it because I knew it would be rude.
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