Dreaming in Digital

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.

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.

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.”