10/15/23: We need to fly this Prius to Westridge School for Girls or else Melanie Horn will NOT Let Me Graduate. My volleyball coach will absolutely not play me, but if I don’t attend this game my PE credit will be revoked and I’ll be banished to Turbo Hell. Did VBall season end 2 weeks ago? Yes, but this is a super-secret game they didn’t tell me about. Also, I’m in these weird, unreal hills way outside of Pasadena, where the sky is really blue, and the architecture is very white and glowy. I’m hanging out with a friend I haven’t seen in months, who goes to school in Connecticut, and this is my last chance to see her before she disappears to the East Coast forever. I know I need to leave immediately, but I also don’t want to hurt my friend’s feelings, so I concoct an elaborate ruse: I call my mom to pick me up, but I tell my friend I’ll stay in these freaky hills until later. I don’t know how I expected this to resolve. When my mom arrives, like I asked her to, I get into her Prius (named Blandino IRL, pls refer to him as such) and we start driving away. Suddenly, (and this seemed completely normal in the dream), Blandino takes off. We start flying, high above the weird white buildings me and my friend were in. I say “Wait! Mom! I told my friend I was staying later!” Suddenly, Blandino banks into a huge turn, flying back to where I left my friend. Then I say: “Wait! Mom! I have to go to the volleyball game!” Blandino course-corrects again. The dream ended with my mom saying: “I have no idea whether or not there’s actually a volleyball game today.”
10/16/23: I lost a fistfight to a glow-in-the-dark spider. My boyfriend and I both need new clothes. We decide that the best place for a cute shopping date is, of course, an old spooky dimly lit semi-abandoned warehouse. Surprisingly, this unnamed, definitely-not-on-google-maps shed has really cute clothes. Unfortunately, they do not have a changing room. Instead, there’s a single occupant bathroom, illuminated by one flickering, yellow light. My boyfriend and I decide to enter together (safety in numbers ✊). The moment we cross the threshold, he straight up disappears. Suddenly, I’m alone on the opposite side of the room, and the lights are getting dimmer as I notice something in front of me. Descending from the ceiling is a BIGASS spider. I can only see it in the near darkness because its huge spider butt is glowing a greenish white, like those glow-in-the-dark stars you had on your ceiling as a kid. As I press myself against the wall, I start to see more of its gross spider bod: it has thick, glowing legs, and it’s right at punching level now. At this point I think: this’ll be SUCH a funny story to tell my boyfriend. I swing a fist out, connecting with the line of web, sending the spider swinging back and forth. It gets closer and farther from me, until finally, I stick a hand out and ninja-chop it against the wall. The final shot of the dream is me looking down at my hand to see a big, white, glowing spider staring back at me.
10/19/2023: I got the wrong mask for the party and I’m $20,000 dollars in debt. My friends and I are all really excited for a Halloween party this weekend, and we’ve decided to do a group costume together. I thought we all agreed to go as nuns, but I get a call from my friend saying we’re actually all going to bedazzle classic horror masks and go as bejeweled Ghostface, Jason, and the like. All I need to do is find a mask and stick some gems on it! I hop on Etsy to find a mask that’ll work. Unfortunately, I’m having trouble finding literally any mask. Finally, I find a listing that’s really vague: it’s a bespoke, customizable, maybe wooden (?) mask. It’s not a mask from any horror movie, at all, and it looks like it comes in a pack of 1,000? Maybe? But it’ll have to do. When I try to purchase it, Etsy starts asking me a ton of customization questions, and I’m forced to dictate every single detail of this mask. Eventually, I get through all those questions, I give them my credit card number, and I sit back and relax. Then. I look at the price. My blood runs cold as an exorbitant number fills my eyes. Twenty Thousand American dollars. I spent $20,000 on a pack of masks for a Halloween party. The rest of the dream was me approaching each of my parents and telling them I spent all of my college savings on accidentally purchasing a 1,000 pack of bespoke, customizable masks. I’m pretty sure I woke up crying.