Sunday, February 25, 2024

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

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

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.

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

20231018 I was house sitting a large house with white walls and furniture and wooden accents and trim. I don't remember how he found me, but one of Cookie's friends, J (he met through the MOBA, League of Legends) knocked on the door. We were shocked that coincidentally we met. He was tall, with short, dark blond, wavy hair. He was here from the United States because he just started university in Kingston. It was autumn and a little cold outside.

I can't remember the contents of this dream, but he soon left. I went to use the powder room and noticed J forgot one of his bags. As soon as the home's owner returned, I decided to drive the bag over to the university.

Tuesday, October 17, 2023

20231017 It was like watching an episode of Miraculous Ladybug. Marinette's class was visiting a museum or laboratory with white walls and floors. A villain appeared and the two became Ladybug and Cat Noir. As they fought the villain, Ladybug said something stupid and dismissive of Cat Noir, and after the battle, he left angrily.

I followed Chat Noir a little, as Ladybug made excuses and tried to get him to understand. I don't remember how.
At the end, everyone returned to class, in which the seating arrangement resembled a North American school system's: students' desks faced each other in a circle. The desks and chairs were white and seemed like they were moulded together. As students sat down, they noticed two pamphlets on everyone's desks. As Marinette, Adrien, and friends enter the classroom, the ask, “what's this?”
Nino, picking up one and flipping through its pages replied excitedly, “it's a theory on the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir!”
Marinette's and Adrien's faces panic as they watch their class rush to pick up the pamphlets on their desk.

Saturday, October 7, 2023

20231007 On this night, I was a majorette/colour guard again. For some reason, I had to do one last show twenty years after I've quit. My cousin was a baton user, but she switched to colour guard after I left. We lined up for our performance, as a man, the MC, announced we'd do a certain song. Unfortunately I didn't know the song or its routine, but I laid my flag on the ground along with a hammer my cousin set in line with everyone else's flags.


When the song began, she grabbed my flag and I was confused as I was sure I brought my flag. I grabbed the hammer, and as soon as I could, swapped it with a broom handle that lay near my feet. I vocalized my confusion and my cousin admitted she put hers in the wash, and it wasn't done yet, hence the hammer.

The song ended to my relief, and so did the show. My cousin and the rest of the majorettes stated they were starving, so we rushed into the foyer. To our surprise, everything was destroyed. The audience was rioting. Little fires were everywhere as the rioters looted the room.


I was with Nightwing (Batman's first Robin, all gtown up) in a kitchen, well lit with the morning's sun. Still in his vigilante uniform, he leaned over the backrest of a chair as his attention was focused on something on the table. I watched him as he thought, before Jason Todd (Batman's second Robin, also grown up with the identity of Red Hood) walked up beside me with his arms crossed.

Monday, October 2, 2023

20231002 I was a vigilante at night. With my grappling hook, I would swing from building to building.

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