Saturday, November 22, 2025
20251122 As an adult, I still lived with my parents, and so did my sister. But i had the wisdom i currently have now. We lived in a very spacious home which used to be an office building or an old science laboratory. I hhad a bunch of notes and letters from the post and my family. The last one i read was from my sister claiming i stole sewing thread from her.
My father's family came to visit along with members of the church. When they rang the doorbell, I rushed into the bathroom and my sister saw me shut the door, assuming i was hiding from them. I was preparing myself because i have social anxiety and i am easily overwhelmed in crowds. When i was ready, i walked into a bedroom with a clear glass wall looking into the living room. My mom was showing it to my family when i came in.
Soon quickly, members of the church swarmed me with questions. One man asked, "where can i take a quick nap?" Another young boy asked, "i'm bored is there something to do here?" I talked to them one by one as more people asked me like tourists, but i remember these two best.
"You can sleep here," i said to the tired man.
I gestured to the boy to follow me and led him into the living room. "We don't have much for entertainment. I usually watch television or am on my computer, but i can connect you to our wifi."
"That'll do, and don't worry, I can do that myself." He pulled out a short, three inch cord and connected it to a device sitting in our living room. It resembled a sound board but for entertainment. He was getting the information to his phone.
The whole time i helped people, my sister slinked in the background, spying on me for no reason other than her pettiness and anger. It was time to deal with her. I told her directly, "i didn't steal thread from you. I would always ask for it. And even if i did take some i'm clever enough to do it without you noticing. Why would i need your thread anyway when i have my own larger set of sewing materials?" I felt so angry and betrayed she would blame me.
Friday, June 13, 2025
202506013 Cookie and I were at an apartment's party room for a family event. It was at the top floor of the condo, and at least three of the walls were glass - there was an unrestricted view of the sky.
Banana was planning the party and it was almost done. I asked if appetizers were vegan and she gave me one to try. There were only two of each one. I took a bite when Apple walked by. I offered it to him but he refused. I didn't like him. He was snooty.
Labels: emotion: anger, group: cookiefam, theme: food
Friday, February 16, 2024
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.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
In my first dream, I went to [Michaels Arts and Crafts], looking for something specific without luck. A bunch of framed prints were sold near the front, so I had a look. I asked a passing employee a question, but in response, she said and did something rude [I am not easily offended]. She was also on her cellphone as I spoke to her. We began yelling at each other in an argument until I demanded to see a manager.
A supervisor came along because this girl began crying and begging. The supervisor tried to contain the problem, but I was adamant at escalating. I told him I understand they were understaffed, but this brat's attitude was a problem. When I talked to her manager, I learned a little bit about the sobbing brat, and developed some compassion, trying to be nice. She was leaving work early because of this incident and was waiting for her ride home at some tables near the back of the store. I sat by her, noting she was going to the University of Waterloo. I asked her, "what program?" and told her I'm an alumni.
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In my second dream, I met with Honeycrisp at a retail store Grannysmith worked. There were a rack of coats at the front, because it was cold outside. I removed the one I wore, and we both tried one on, ran out the door, and continued running until we were breathless. Grannysmith met us a couple of minutes later. She didn't have a coat on. I asked her to go back and wear my old one, as she wouldn't be flagged for stealing a coat they didn't sell.
We met at a sushi place with Grannysmith, one of our old coworkers (who switched from the deli department to the front end), and an old artist friend of mine from high school. The restaurant was packed. I slid into the booth beside Honeycrisp. As I looked at the menu, Grannysmith an our coworker ordered a plate of maki for the table. I missed it because I was focused on finding something I felt like eating. I noticed a server showing the owner a glass of ice near their ice dispenser. The ice tumbled out with a tinge of blue. I overheard the server saying the ice may be contaminated, but the people in the restaurant didn't care and still wanted ice.
I didn't want ice after that.
Monday, June 10, 2019
There was a dream before, but I don't remember it well enough to record. My sister had signed up for a cultural event. She had also volunteered Cookie and I before we agreed to it. We were annoyed because she was bailing. This happened in my childhood apartment.
I was lying on my back, elevated from the grass below. The sun was out, but I was in the shade during summer. This small park was empty in the middle of the day. Honeycrisp found me, asking what I was doing. I sat up to answer, but I can't remember what I told him. He said he parked on the other side of the wall of trees to my left, even pointing in that direction. If I wanted a ride, I could come with him. I said I'd come in a bit. I looked at my backpack, on the floor, by my feet. Its contents were messily scattered around it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
The lights were off in the small, dark hotel room Talon (from League of Legends) and I silently waited in. The wind rattled the window blinds that filtered the moon's light onto the carpeted floor. We were waiting for some kind of instruction, or maybe a target, because he waited beside the open window, out of the moon's reach, and staring into the darkness. I vaguely remember lying on the bed with a maroon blanket, and another time where I tried to pull his hood down, but he pushed me away in annoyance.
*****
I was lazing on a lawn chair on the balcony of our apartment that looked much like my childhood apartment of 9L. Wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt and short-shorts I made from a pair of my husband's shredded, old jeans, I enjoyed the morning sunshine, reading "Crossed" by Ally Condie. Once in a while, I'd look around, taking in the suburban view when I noticed a man in his 20s sitting in his balcony from an apartment across our own. Sitting beside a woman around his age, he was eyeing me, a big grin curving his mouth. We made eye contact, so I waved to him, and he cocked an eyebrow arrogantly. As soon as his female friend handed him something that looked much like binoculars, I realized I was lying about with my knees bent and my legs wide open. I knew these homemade shorts revealed my underwear, but I didn't realize I would sit down in that particular position (it's a regular position I fall into). I quickly went inside, embarrassed, bumping into the black sofa in our living room.
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Perhaps this part was another dream. Inside my apartment, there were clothes hanging on racks, as if it were a store. I thought about trying some of them sometime, as made a bee line to the washroom, which became a public one with grey stalls. Someone knocked on my stall door, and the voice of an old lady told me to hurry in a rude manner because they were closing. Offended, I thought about cancelling their contract of using my home as their store, but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea, because they contributed to the rent, significantly making ours much, much cheaper. When I was finished, I walked out of the washroom, and the store was run by a handful of old, wrinkly, grey-haired ladies, who pushed me out the door before I could tell them, "I live here!". Regardless, I was dressed in a long, navy, wool coat, and my beautiful taupe boots, that I walked out into a hallway, ready to go out into the winter cold.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
I had a dream we adopted or had a boy come live with us. I was in the living room watching Sex and the City and, while I was drawing on my laptop, he had the remote and kept muting it when he talked to my mom. I got angry at him and when he became unbearable, I kicked him in the nuts.
Cookie and I were at a hotel with high school friends and many other people we didn't know. At first we were assigned a room with Sugar on the first floor that had lockers, so Sugar asked me to lock the locker as soon as I was done. Soon a worker came to our room telling us we were assigned the wrong room and to follow them. So we went to a room on the second floor where our class was. It was someone's wedding, maybe mine, and everyone had pretty dresses. When I saw Sugar again, she asked me about the locker, so I ran back to the first room and got the content, which was one item. When I came back upstairs, I saw everyone already in their dresses and some in a room learning something from a teacher. I took my dress but couldn't find an empty room to change in, but I found Cookie with two of his friends he plays Yu-Gi-Oh with and I asked for him to help me change. He took me to a corner of a hallway and stood with his back towards me. one of his friend's kept trying to sneak a peak while I changed, so I kicked him in the nuts.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Tart and I lived in the same area that I walked to her house one day because we planned to hang out. I don't remember what we did but at a certain hour, I said my goodbyes and left to visit Shortbread in the same neighbourhood. I stayed with her longer and talked to her mother when I was about to leave. Their foyer was huge and different from their current house. When I said goodbye, I exited through the front door and there was Tart in her car. She was angry. I don't remember how she communicated her anger to me but she yelled and drove off. I called her cell and left voicemail when she didn't answer. I told her meeting Shortbread was scheduled way before hanging out with her and I added in frustration, "oh whatever; f* you". A while after, I ran into Tart's younger brother. From what I last remember, he grew quite a bit. He asked what was wrong, and when I told him, he offered if I wanted to join him in teaching people how to ice skate to help me forget my trouble. There were special rules in this course: it was a one day thing, if you slip, you fail and don't get your certificate. I went on the ice and witness a child fall. An older lady came to her and told her to leave- she failed. When it was done, I headed out with Tart's brother and Tart was standing outside asking for forgiveness. She seemed to omit/didn't hear the last bit I said in the message which made me feel at ease.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I attended a class for some kind of social learning. It was intergalactic and all ages. It was also like kindergarten. I was handed a note from one of my peers, and after reading it, I ran to my teacher to sort the problem. The teacher called Dexter, the one who wrote the note to chat with him outside the classroom and with me present. The letter he wrote me was saying I should return to the kitchen because that's where I belonged, and other old fashioned thinking. I was hurt and angry when I read it. In Dexter's defense, he said that's what it was like on Mars for women, but the teacher was telling him it was wrong.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I was with Shortbread and two others. We were on our laptops and we wanted to play Ragnarok Online and visit certain cities to explore as well as revisit old favourites. My sister was constantly over my shoulder trying to suggest what I should do, but I wanted to do things my way.
I had another dream, but I can't remember it.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My class and a few others were on a bus that looked so much like an airplane from the inside. I was sitting with a classmate I knew, and I had the aisle seat. She needed to use the washroom, so I got up and looked around the bus, letting her pass. She took a long time to return, because the driver/pilot asked everyone to be seated as we approached our destination. We were going skiing with many schools and classes, and we were led to a large hall that looked like the stair area beside the food court in Square One. There were many students switching shoes to boots, as I was soon requested to by our guide for the day. It was very crowded, that as we were making our way to the slopes and equipment, I got lost as I was pushed and shoved through. I lost my group, but I recognized a face from our group who was also lost. We stayed together in fear of separation as we decided where our class could be. We found ourselves back at the staircase, much less crowded than when we first came. I climbed the stairs but dropped my bag. When I retrieved it from the ground floor, there was a pile of paper beside it- about five sheets of 8 1/2" by 11". Before I could pick it up, a girl who looks like Brenda Song (actress) picked it up and started giggling at the things she saw and read I'm them. I quickly snatched away the papers from one hand, but she turned away still holding two more sheets and giggling while viewing them. Peering over her shoulder, I noticed these were old sketches of Isica, one of my characters from Project E.P.I.C. I was surprised to see these; I was sure I didn't bring them with me. I tried to think of who would steal my work, and I remembered a friend who, at one point in life, copied ideas from me or had difficulty coming up with their own and used my work as templates. After Song was done looking at the two remaining pages, she gave them to me and wandered off as the girl I was with walked down the stairs to join me.
Monday, November 15, 2010
When I woke up, my room mate, from my fourth year of university, was in my room. She had friends over and they rearranged my room's furniture. I wasn't happy to see her in my room, since really I don't have a room when I go back to my hometown.
Labels: emotion: anger
Monday, October 4, 2010
I was reading thick, four-hundred paged stories which Shortbread had also read. The stories followed the adventures of the characters from Tales of the Abyss. I remember a part where I was with Shortbread discussing what happened in these books and the part I was on, I was reading about Luke. In the story, Luke and Guy had to take turns being graded on their actions, if they were right or wrong, kind or mean. It was a test. Luke failed the two chances he was given and this was near the start of the book. Apparently, Guy's and Luke's points were connected in a way- they had to alternate to win another point to continue to stay on the ship they were currently on. Guy went first. He had one point, which he gained one more when he willingly helped the king of the boat in a time he was endanger. Because his guards saw this, since they were controlling their point system, he was given a point, so Luke and Guy shared two points. Now it was Luke's turn to try and get them to three points. Luke failed and lost both points. I was thinking about the book while I was in the shower at my house. The two guards in the story weren't human. When they passed and failed, their electronic, deep voice spoke out. I couldn't wait to read more, so I took the book with me to the bathroom and in the tub, I leaned back and held the book up to keep it from getting wet. My sister unlocked the door and walked in to use the sink; I was pissed.
Labels: emotion: anger, person: shortbread, theme: books, theme: games
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Cookie picked me up to go to my family gathering. While we were in his car, it began raining heavily. We closed the windows, but they fogged up. I opened my window a little and the fog cleared as quickly as it appeared. While driving, a man suddenly ran to the car, placing his hands on the hood. Another man ran past him, and he chased that man, catching up to him. He beat him. "Someone should stop him!" I said, and Cookie got out as well as others in the cars behind us to break up the attack. It was as if this was a trap. I noticed we were surrounded by walls and these rough looking men walked in. One I called out "[Macaroon*]" to, since I thought it was our old friend, but it wasn't. I don't remember how we got out, but next, we arrived with my family. My Aunt B. was telling us to eat from the catered buffet. I gave Cookie a styrofoam plate, and after getting food, we sat in front of the television.
I was at my fourth year residence for university except it looked like China (what my expectations of China would look like). I crawled out of bed, got ready for class, and right before I was about to leave, I hear my room mate get out of bed. My class had around 100 to 150 students. I sat in the front row with someone who I quickly became friends with. She had not read the pages that were assigned today. The professor was angry because we were disruptive. He called on my friend to tell us what the chapter was about, which she made up something then admitted she didn't read it. The professor yelled at the class for not reading the homework. The class erupted into anarchy, and the professor left, leaving it in that state.
I was at a church and Butter and JammyDodger were there. I would constantly leave and return to the church. The first time, JammyDodger was playing with some of the young children in the back while the service was on. at the second time, I saw Butter in the back row, looking interested. When Cookie came to pick me up, I told him it was strange to see Butter interested. He said something like it wasn't something surprising. He doesn't seem like someone who'd be interested to me.
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* I called his real name.
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* I called his real name.
Monday, September 7, 2009
I was with my family at home and my sister made something that I usually do. I didn't like how she did it and was pissed off that she was better than I was at it. I don't remember what it was specifically; it might've been baking.
Labels: emotion: anger, group: family, theme: food
Sunday, May 3, 2009
I had two dreams that linked together too well.. I don't know where the dreams separate, but I definitely had two. I lived underground and I was a writer or an author. I went up to the surface with two beaded bracelets. The day was dark and right after a rainstorm. I stood in a parking lot because that was where the elevator to the underground and surface connected. The elevator was old and rusty. One of the bracelets I held broke. The one yellow star and white and green beads scattered. As I tried to put the bracelet back together, a girl appeared. As her classmates loaded off the bus behind her, the girl on a field trip spoke to me. She asked questions; I wasn't happy. I may have gotten annoyed too. At last I left the bracelet pieces and went back to the elevator, going back down to the underground, but as I entered the elevator, I thought about adding her to my story in good spirits. When I was down at my floor, in a fenced cage was Eli (an African friend in my grade one, elementary class). He was there with Tart and his mother who didn't speak English. Tart was working on her school essay and just finished it. We talked about it until Eli said his mother would like to proofread her paper and make sure she reached the minimum word count and essay length. Tart let her read it. I can't remember what happened after that, but Eli's mother asked if I wanted to take a bath. She filled a huge bathtub with water for me.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
We lived in a town house. The upstairs floor was an office with people, while the downstairs floor was a doctor's office. Cookie and I lived together and my mom came to live with us, who lived in the middle floor. It was time for bed. To make my mom happy, Cookie slept on the floor and my mom and I slept on the bed together. There was a time when the upstairs office called me somewhere, but I didn't hear where because someone was loud. I ran to get ready and found old melted elastic band pieces in my hair. While I got ready, my mom was combing them away. She was making me angry.
Another dream involved praying time with my mom and sister. I hated those times. My mom asked my sister to get something from the sleeping room. The room was round like inside a dryer but was padded and white with beds. My sister and I went into that room to find our mom's purse.
Another dream involved praying time with my mom and sister. I hated those times. My mom asked my sister to get something from the sleeping room. The room was round like inside a dryer but was padded and white with beds. My sister and I went into that room to find our mom's purse.
Labels: emotion: anger, group: family, person: cookie
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I don't remember much of my dream except little bits of it.
There was a part that's clearest to me, where I chased and threw stuff from around the house at my sister since I was so pissed at her. The guys I'm living with currently were there too, and they watched me but I didn't care at all. I was too much in rage to care.
There was a part where I went with my family to see my cousin and I sat with my dad and sister to watch the Sarah O'Conner Chronicles. We had to go home, so we did but we took someone home too.
There was a short adventure but I don't remember who I was with, though it was with 3 others. Something happened and the other two people had to get on the raft that I and the guy was on-- only one came. The other lady stayed in the water and we had to leave her behind. We steered to the shore quickly and went into a darkly lit cave where many people saw and followed us in. It was like he was Batman. So we went out ot see the people and one saw a picture on the wall and asked Batman, and he told us a story about a cop, how he accidentally might've killed someone while trying to save him. I know I felt sympathy at the end.
There was a part that's clearest to me, where I chased and threw stuff from around the house at my sister since I was so pissed at her. The guys I'm living with currently were there too, and they watched me but I didn't care at all. I was too much in rage to care.
There was a part where I went with my family to see my cousin and I sat with my dad and sister to watch the Sarah O'Conner Chronicles. We had to go home, so we did but we took someone home too.
There was a short adventure but I don't remember who I was with, though it was with 3 others. Something happened and the other two people had to get on the raft that I and the guy was on-- only one came. The other lady stayed in the water and we had to leave her behind. We steered to the shore quickly and went into a darkly lit cave where many people saw and followed us in. It was like he was Batman. So we went out ot see the people and one saw a picture on the wall and asked Batman, and he told us a story about a cop, how he accidentally might've killed someone while trying to save him. I know I felt sympathy at the end.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Cookie had to collect money for a friend's going out event. He and Tart didn't get along. They bickered when he tried her for some money, so I said I'd give her the money. I was pissed. I took my wallet out after going to my purse and pulled out a lot of $5 bills. I thought they were $20 bills, and my original plan was to give her $20. So she took $10 where the bill was flat and new.
Labels: emotion: anger, group: friends, person: cookie, person: tart
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