Dreaming in Digital: 2024

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

20240430

I remember pieces from my dreams.

Cookie had to help set up for a formal function in a mall, so I went for a walk inside a department store. I saw a mustard-coloured hoodie and really wanted to buy it. After taking it to the cashier, someone from my country and the formal function commented on my purchase as I was leaving the store. I stipped by a bench to put the hoodie away and saw I spent $69 dollars just for the hoodie. Thr fabric was thin and I decided it wasn't worth the purchase. Cookie found me on the bench and I showed him the hoodie, and that I'd like to return it. He walked with me to the entrance, where an asian man in a grey suit had a point-of-sales machine. I told him my intention, and as he upsettingly looked at me, he looked over the hoodie and commented on why would I return it. I felt ashamed. He made me feel ashamed.

On a snowy, winter day, I walked to my old workplace where I was a light packager. In my hand was an application form, filled and signed. I carefully crossed a bridge and into the building. The sun hadn't risen yet.

Inside, I found my old supervisor, surrounded by some old and new faces. I handed the form to her, but she smiled and said I don't need one and she'll take care of it. I went into the warehouse hall and took a seat across from two younger boys - one fashioned in emo attire. Then I began to doodle on the back of my paper.

Friday, April 19, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:07 AM

20240419

I was back in high school or university with The Miz and another popular wrester from WWE. We came back from a class trip in the wilderness, or a concervation area. I don't remember much of what happened except whenever I was at my locker, Miz would approach me and try to find a reason just to converse. I had the biggest crush on Miz, and he did too, but we never acted on our emotions.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 5:08 PM

20240417 Nap.

Cookie and I drove to a hill on a meadow with long, vividly green grass. The sky was grey and cloudy from a storm, and within a ten minute walk, a single, tall, modern condominium rose made of steel and glass.

On the hill, our older nephew sat, and he stood when he saw us arrive. He ran to us and I ran to him, yelling, “guess what?”

“What?” he yelled approaching.

“I forgot to change from my pajamas!” I said, looking down at my grey sweatpants.

I don't remember how this happened, but shortly after, two women ran towards me. I yelled at them, as if I was angry. “I hope you never have pain as bad as a migraine! Because they're awful!”

As they approached, they both hugged me close at the same time. From under their arms, I heard one of them say, “you're a dear.”

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 2:06 PM

20240327 I was on vacation with Cookie, in a different country with lots of sunshine and grass. When I tried to put my glasses back on, the screw holding one of my lenses popped out. I didn't have a mini screwdriver with me. I am completely blind without them.

Sunday, February 25, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:28 AM

20240225 Cookie and I were in a different country, in a rural area. We were staying in a small cabin comunity, with wooden picnic tables set just outside the front doors.

Our Pho delivery arrived. Cookie ordered beef pho and I ordered grilled pork, spring roll, and vermicelli. Cookie finished eating before I could start, so he was getting ready to drop something off at a a friend's house. I couldn't wait to eat. My vermicelli and grilled pork smelled amazing. I took a handful of noodles and hungrily ate it, savouring the mild flavours. As I was ready to pour the fish sauce over my vegetables and noodles, I woke up.

[I am frustrated.]

Friday, February 16, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:31 AM

20240216 After years without contact, Wafer invited me to her new apartment's party room where she was entertaining new friends. I haven't seen or spoken to her in years, purely because I didn't think she was contributing anything positive in my life. Since I've had time to cool my head, I decided to give her another chance. i atrived to a sleek, white party room, where I decided to spend most of my time behind the bar and kitchenette. When Shortbread arrived, she'd stay there with me, each of us holding a red Solo cup as a crutch or our awkardness. Every now and then, the social butterfly, Wafer would come there to get something. She was surrounded by her friends. Barely any time was spent with us.

Something horrendous happened, I can't remember what, sending us all to hide under sturdy furniture. Wafer crouched with us under the bar as we waited for the trouble to end. She mumbled something spiteful and with snark, that the reason why bad things were happening was all the fault of the friend who left her for years. I knew she meant me. I knew she hadn't changed. I got up and rushed to the door with disregard for my safety. I was upset, angry. Why would she invite me if she still held resentment. I was ready to start freshm but she was not.

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

0 comments Posted by Io at 1:38 PM

20240207 I called up Shortbread and we met at a new cake cafe around Yorkdale Mall. Lining the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows were woven baskets filled with golden and chocolate-brown cakes and cupcakes. Scattered around the room, in multiple small groups, were sofas, armchairs, and compact cafe sets of tables and chairs. I stopped at the cashier, ordering a cupcake, without icing. Paying for it, and after I was given it on a plate, I sat down at an armchair arrangement. Shortbread ordered a latte and sat across from me.

As we talked, I finished my cupcake and wanted another. There were several in a clear display case on the wall, so I took one back to my seat. After I'd finished it, I wanted something more. Near the entrance was a basket of un-iced cakes. I took one back, and when I finished that one, I took another.

Sooner than I noticed, the sky outside was navy, and Cookie arrived to pick us up. The cafe was also closing. People lined up at the cashier to pay for their consumptions. When it was my turn, I told the cashier I'd eated a cupcake and two cakes. She was confused, so I said, “the big ones.”

Her face was shocked, as she asked me where did I get them. I repeated, “the big ones.” She excused herself and talked to her manager. I felt I messed up.

On my phone, I navigated to the cafe's website, looking for the cakes I'd eated. They were small cakes, each $24.00 CAD. The big cakes were $63.00. I looked at Cookie and told him that I hope they charge me for the small cakes, not $63 each.

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