Entries from Central Avenue's dream journal

Princess Alice · 2011-09-27 23:53:16

Or rather, dream blog, as I am such an internet addict that even my dream journal is kept online.

But here we go:

October 25, 2010

I was an elementary-age kid living with my parents in an old apartment building in a low-income neighborhood. The girl in the apartment directly above mine was my best friend, and there was a soft and kind teenage boy who lived somewhere nearby who was also a friend of mine.

On this particular day, the teenage boy and I were a block or two down the street from our apartment when we saw the local news doing a live broadcast outside a closed-down gun shop. During the broadcast, a juvenile delinquent ran up and smashed the windows in with a blunt object, then proceeded to loot the store. Within minutes, everyone on the street had guns.

The teenager and I ran home. I feared for my safety, and while my friend tried to calm me down, he feared for his safety, too. When we got home, Dad wanted to go out and get…something, I’m not sure…but he had no money with him and he didn’t want to go to the ATM while everyone in the neighborhood had a gun, so he turned around and we went home.

Also, for some reason, my aunt and my 4-year-old cousin were at the apartment when we got back. That doesn’t make sense with thee rest of the story, but I’m noting it here anyway.

Feel free to share your dreams, too!

Princess Alice · 2011-09-28 00:08:14

July 11, 2011

Some kind of school function on a college campus. Supposed to represent “my” college campus, but looked nothing like [Central Avenue's school].

Apparently some kind of summer camp. During big assembly woman walks in. Did not hear what she said, but apparently we’ve been dismissed. Everyone cheers. We thought it was because of upcoming bad weather, but it turns out to be a lack of funding.

Everyone tries to walk back to their cars or dorms or wherever it is they need to get to to leave, but we get lost. Some girls cut across a field, but it’s what I think was the wrong direction, but I go anyway. Shouting “when in doubt, run!” as I run to catch up with them.

Turns out to be wrong direction, me and a couple other people now lost. Looking at street signs doesn’t help. (Though most of them are in the 2011-present mixed-case Columbus style.) Eventually find Broad Street–conclude it must be north of Broad Street and start heading north.

Wake up before I find it.

...and now I can't remember what the "it" was that I thought would be north of Broad Street. Like, the one detail I left out of this.

Anonus · 2011-09-28 00:10:25

Your dreams are more coherent than mine.

Princess Alice · 2011-09-28 00:14:06

I want to start writing more of them down. When I started this I wrote down every dream I could remember, then I started slipping and only wrote down the particularly memorable ones. Then I lost interest and just sorta quit.

Then in July I had that dream with the big concrete building and I decided to start writing down my dreams again, at least the more memorable ones.

Princess Alice · 2011-09-28 00:17:57

This is my favorite one from recent memory:

August 12, 2011

I swear, it was the weirdest dream. Me and a small group of “kids” my age were being given a tour of an old abandoned middle school where some sort of horrible thing had happened—apparently a schoolgirl snapped and started committing weird but violent crimes. I’m not entirely clear on the whole thing, but one part involved hitting a police officer with a folding chair (albeit after he hit her first), and violently rolling round folding tables into people. For some reason, parts of the school were blocked off, so the only way to walk through was to follow the path of the girl’s rampage.

The weirdest part was…as I was hearing all these bizarre acts of violence described, I could literally see them happening right in front of me. I could see the girl and the police officer hitting each other with chairs. I could see the little girl try (and ultimately fail) to burn the school to the ground. It was as if the past was replaying itself as the story was being told.

Eventually we got to an exit. By that point we were all thoroughly creeped out, and we (the kids, not the grownup) commented that we never wanted to set foot in the place again. One kid (who may or may not have been me) even went so far as to suggest the school should be destroyed—either by a demolition crew or by arson.

The most confusing part is that there seemed to be something “unnatural” about the place. The name of the school—I don’t remember the name of the school, but it was something that made it sound as if the school had built somewhere it shouldn’t—as if there were some kind of fire burning deep below the building, metaphorically or literally. It was a vague sense of “This place is wrong and I want no part of it.”

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Princess Alice · 2011-09-28 00:32:43

Thanks, squiddleTron.

Though to be fair, I have many that are nowhere near coherent, but I don't bother writing them down.

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thespacephantom · 2011-09-28 19:28:05

Princess Alice · 2011-10-23 05:49:47

Huh, I thought I'd already posted this one, but I guess I hadn't.

Anyways:

September 28, 2011
I’m in some alternate timeline or something where it is 1991 and I am 11 years old. My family is taking some kind of roadtrip. My sister acts the same age she is now, but there’s a bit of a gap ’cause I’m still older than her. The same with my brother, though he only appears in the
dream once or twice.

Everything has a very ’70s aesthetic, despite being ostensibly set in 1991. I’m aware that the dream isn’t real, though I assume it’s a “movie” rather than a dream, and dismiss the anachronistic decor as creative license.

At one point, we’re at a McDonald’s or a Wendy’s. My sister’s friend refuses to eat her burger, so we try to get the manager to replace it–I don’t know, wasn’t paying attention to the details. I get tired of hearing my parents argue, so I decide to wander into the parking lot of wherever we are–I can only describe it as some kinda camp. There is a small stand set up selling women’s-styled clothes tailored for men’s bodies–I don't get it either, but of course this interests me. The woman running it is kinda rude though, and tells me to go away because she’s closing up shop.

Somehow my sister ends up with me. At this point in the dream I don’t like where we are, so I decide we’ll walk down a corridor to get to “the mall”, from which point we can get back to the parking lot with the parents. The corridor has brightly lit lit plastic walls all the way down, and the tiles on the floor are about 1″-by-1″ and can light up like pixels to spell out The Mall in cursive.

We get into “the mall” (which was supposedly Northland Mall, but looked nothing like it) and I turn down into a different corridor, which has worn maroon carpet and a few early-’90s-looking personal computers randomly placed on the floor. My sister and I walk through the hallway and end up back in my family’s apartment (which vaguely resembles my family’s 1995-99 apartment, but grayer and less ugly), but I’m not satisfied with the fact that we’re not back at the parking lot where we began, so I attempt to control the dream by forcibly changing the setting–I loudly say “LOOK, WE’RE BACK WHERE WE STARTED, BY THE CAR” and it becomes true.

Only…maybe not? Because I woke up after that. Maybe trying to control my dream didn’t quite work.

Viani · 2013-09-26 06:00:01

Is this project dead now are is it sitll golnig.?

Princess Alice · 2013-09-26 09:49:56

I kinda got lazy and quit writing in the dream journal, tbh.

I keep meaning to take it up again, though...perhaps I'll do so soon

Princess Alice · 2013-10-04 13:40:20

I started writing in my dream journal again

Also I realized I haven't posted any here since October 2011 and there are a few more I can shove up here.

So, for anyone interested, here's 30 October 2011:

I was back in elementary school, for some reason–I think it was second grade. The classroom I was in felt very bare-bones: The walls were just painted concrete, the ceiling was open rather than having a drop ceiling, the floor was painted concrete, etc. I think it may have been a found space that was just being used as a classroom.

Anyways, the assignment I was given (which I walked in on halfway through and was not allowed to talk during) was to write two paragraphs about why stealing is wrong, and what I think the punishment for stealing should be. For some reason I struggled with this for about 10 minutes before realizing that I could easily write two paragraphs at the level expected of a second-grader, and handing in the work I had–which, embarrassingly, was not a paragraph at all, but random, disjointed thoughts written on the paper one line each. (I considered re-writing it as prose before turning it in, but this apparently wasn’t allowed; I think it was supposed to be more of a brainstorming exercise.)

Also there was a big block of chocolate that I carved some words into with my fingernail; I got reprimanded by the teacher for this.

Princess Alice · 2013-10-08 11:41:53

some of these are less interesting that i remember them being

20 November 2011

It was an animated show about three college students living in an apartment together. The scene I watched involved the three of them sitting on a couch in their living room (which was a complete mess) watching an early-’90s-looking CRT TV in the dark. They were high and apparently had the munchies, but the only food in the apartment was a box of macaroni and cheese. The two male roommates tried to talk the female roommate into fixing the mac & cheese, but she refused because it was “too hard” and would “take too long” (which was apparently supposed to be a joke within the show, because it was a simple box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, which is like the easiest meal ever to prepare). So the heavy-set male roommate and the female roommate decided to go out and get some food. They didn’t say where they were going, but my mind filled in “White Castle” as the default place to get fast food at that time of night.

Hexartes · 2013-10-08 12:34:18

How many dream threads does one forum of less than fifty people need jeez.

Tachyon · 2013-10-08 19:09:16

millions :p

you should start one

Princess Alice · 2013-10-08 22:38:48

This one gets grandfathered in because it's two years old. :P

Princess Alice · 2013-10-24 07:23:34

One of the weirder ones, from 12 November 2011:

My sister had purchased some item through her middle school that she shouldn't have, so she and my parents and I went to her school to get her money back. Her middle school was huge, two stories, and in a seemingly remote location--none of which apply to her real-life middle school.

We got into the school's parking lot, then my father explained that we didn't have the item with us to return, and we would have to find it in one of the cars there in the lot. The problem? We only knew to look for a Toyota Corolla, and like every real-life parking lot, the lot was filled with various Toyota Corollas of various ages and styles and colors--including my own car. So we walked around the lot, looking at various Corollas. Meanwhile the school mascot, who looked like god-tier Aradia but with glow-in-the-dark horns, was wandering around watching us.

Eventually my father found a bright red early-2000s Toyota Corolla in the first lot by the school. Using a universal-car-unlocky thing given to him by the Aradia-mascot--who apparently was the school's police officer acting "undercover" as a mascot--he opened the car and took out the item.

We then went inside the building. Right inside the door was a strange combination of a front office and half a cafeteria--it appeared they were in the process of building a wall to divide the school's cafeteria for some reason. While my mother and father stayed at the main desk, I walked over near the stairs, the placement of which struck me as odd, as they directly abutted the entrance area. Somehow--it was almost like a clipping error in a video game--I could look up the stairs and see into the library on the second floor above, which resembled a retail bookstore more than a library (which I pointed out to my father).

Oh, and throughout this whole time, AliceTensei (who looked like the woman in her TVT avatar) was with us, trying to help me re-install some kind of programming thing on my cell phone, which appeared on its screen as little orange bars.

Eventually, the woman behind the desk at the school refused to give us a refund because their records showed the item belonged to someone who drove a Toyota Corolla and lived in Minnesota. I hastily mentioned that I drive a Corolla, but the woman still refused because we weren't from Minnesota. And that's about when I woke up.

Princess Alice · 2013-11-17 08:41:10

12 May 2012:

My parents and I were driving back from…somewhere?…and we decided to stop at this Kroger we’d never been to before. The Kroger store was massive—almost TARDIS-like in that it appeared much smaller outside—and, most importantly, was a sort of “Kroger Generations”: the signage and decor of the various sections were based on previous eras of Kroger decor, all the way up to the “Millennium” package.

At one point, my parents were arguing in another aisle, so I wandered down the baby aisle because it had 1980s-inspired decor. I noticed one of the aisle signs was misprinted with “KORGER”, so I tried to snap a picture of it with my cellphone to show AU later…but it was so dark in the store that my picture didn’t turn out, and instead the weak flash (which my IRL cameraphone doesn’t even have) scared the lady in the next aisle, who followed me down the aisle until I hid in an elevator. In a Kroger store.

So I took the elevator to the next level and, whaddaya know, this Kroger store is not only a grocery store, but a thrift store too! My parents were looking at phones and stuff, and still arguing, so I wandered off again. I found an old rotary phone that appeared to be a Western Electric Model 500, though I dismissed it as “a reproduction” because the handset was connected with a modular cable (though apparently some later 500s actually had that). Still, having even a fake Model 500 sounded cool, so I asked Mother if she would buy it for me to keep in our new house. She said yes, which pissed Dad off because…I dunno, he wanted the money for pants or something.

And then, like, I woke up.

Princess Alice · 2015-03-14 22:19:51

8 October 2013 said:
Anonus, Imi, JZ, and I all got together for a holiday weekend—which holiday this was was not specified. We were apparently all staying at one of our houses, though again, whose house we were at was never specified.

We went to an amusement park. It was late in the season, and everyone was giddy with the knowledge that this would be the amusement park’s last big weekend before the weather got colder and nobody would want to go there anymore. While there, I encountered an old psychology professor of mine, who kept asking me cryptically about Walgreens before we were both distracted by a miniature train that was running through the park and had a bizarre curved locomotive.

After we’d been there only a short time, Imi realized he wasn’t having much fun and he wanted to go home, but we all rode together and he didn’t want to make all of us go home so soon, so he just kinda hung around doing…not very much. I woke up shortly after this, but not before delivering lots of hugs and kisses to my Anonus. <3

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