Dream log

I like to write my dreams to keep in touch with my own reality.



16/10/21 - The first dream was about large buildings but forgot it. I was at a sport tournament. We had to do an IQ test to enter. Everyone was mocking my 502 QI. The room is huge, there are many people. I cry, there is my psychologist. She scolds me. She calls someone to calm me down. This person hits me. I'm afraid my psychologist will leave. She cuts her throat in front of me.

15/10/21 - A body was hanging from the ceiling. In the same room, a woman full of dripping blood. I look at her. I am afraid. She approaches me. Blood is spurting. I run. I realize that I am the body hanging.

14/10/21 - A teacher projected my computer screen on the board. There was my Spotify playlist about clowns and my many tabs. Everyone laughed at that playlist.

10/10/21 - My whole family is angry with me. My grandmother hides me. My house is a little place in the clouds. I fall. There is a lipstick that falls out of my pocket. It stains my legs. My mother yells at me for hiding it. I keep walking in the blue of the clouds.

08/10/21 - Forgot everything except the fact that someone was holding a very long bottle of orange juice.

05/10/21 - Everything about that dream was purple. I was in front of my class, with my english teacher and some students. A girl fell asleep on me. The teacher found it cute. I cry. There's an inondation. It rains a lot.

08/09/21 - I remember the two dreams today. It's my birthday. I have to fill as many people as I can in my car. First, I go around the place. A flea is struggling to lift a cake. I come to help her. I celebrate her birthday and mine with her family. When I talk, the floor vibrates and they get hurt so I don't talk.
I have a judo fight so I bring a knife. My partner doesn't react. I notice that no one around me has a knife, so I put it on the floor, reminding myself that a judo fight is not fought with a knife. I ask my math teacher several questions for the purpose of an investigation.

15/02/20 - My father yells at me. I cry. I got on the wrong streetcar. With me, there are people dressed as cheese. I am on a pornographic film set. I climb on the railroad tracks. I am lost. A streetcar passes. A train brushes past me. A lady sees me and gives me a canteen tray to walk on. I climb. My father is no longer there.