Dream Journal

Rebecca, Jamie, Holly, and I were on a trip in Roxann & Tom’s RV, which was the size of a large house inside. Jamie had spilled cat food in the refrigerator as he was getting some food, and I told him to clean it up. He quickly did, making it spray out onto the floor, and I told him to do a better job. He handed me a chocolate cake-like dessert which some of it had fallen onto, and I picked off the pieces while he worked on the rest. Then I noticed smears of mud and blood on the floor where Jamie had been. I asked to see Jamie’s head and sure enough, he was bleeding. He kept shaking me off, and I followed him around trying to fix it. I got a towel and some salve. Some of his friends showed up, and I told them to leave because Jamie wouldn’t let me attend to his bleeding head. They did. He wasn’t too interested in them anyways.

At some point it was Holly’s birthday party, which took place on the top floor of the RV. There were a bunch of kids there, but I remember mostly Jamie’s friends. A song came on that I recognized and it had a section where a brother dropped his sister. As that part approached, I indicated for this girl to jump on my back and I ran around to the music, and then when it said “dropped his sister” I got to this near- vertical slide, tipped back and dropped her onto it. Since she enjoyed it, I did it again for the next verse. During this time, it seemed like I and some others had become other people.

The top floor had gradually transformed into a huge Toys R Us, which was just the bottom floor of an even larger mall. I was walking around through hordes of kids, looking to catch someone’s eye to ask them a question. I found Luca and asked him something. I then walked over to someone standing in an entrance line. I said something like “This Toys R Us used to be the top floor of an RV!” She looked at me like I might be crazy. I continued, “It’s because this is a dream.” She just stared at me. I said “Hi, I’m Benji, father of the birthday girl.”

When I turned back to the rest of the store, it was more like a central plaza in a mall, and the shelves of toys were gone. Someone announced “Now all the fairies who are ready to fly, come to the center!” I thought, “I’m a fairy!” and I joined them. They were all happy-looking women. I noticed that many had these pinwheel-like wings on their backs. I stood in the midst of them and the announcer said, “Now start your wings!” I knew I didn’t have wings like that, but I started lifting up off the ground, accompanied by a vibrating sound. I knew this was related to astral body separation, and I began to fly around the mall. I saw a glowing shape, like those you collect in Genshin Impact, but I decided to ignore it.

My next memory is back in the upstairs of the RV. It’s been traveling along this whole time through green forested areas. I remember working on my laptop some, hanging out some.

At another point, I’m in bed with Rebecca in the RV, and we are in the mood. We begin to kiss and stuff, and wonder if where we are is private enough. I sit up and notice we’ve got big windows around us. The entire body of the RV has shrunken down to about the size of the bed, and out one window I see Tom’s face in the rear-view mirror. He’s driving us in what now seems a vehicle the size of a runabout.

I end up outside the RV-turned-runabout, walking around. The RV is nearby, and it’s huge. Roxann and Tom have stopped it to help out with some building demolition! A group of workmen are there, and the RV has a huge extended bulldozer attachment on the front. Roxann swings it haphazardly at this old building and a section of it collapses. A workman indicates the next section to hit and she does so.

A bus pulls up, or maybe it’s the RV? Anyways, the side is open (I looked through it) and there are a bunch of people in there. The kid nearest me has bleached white hair and gives me the finger while waving and giving me a nasty look. I take a step right up to him, and lay my hand on his head and say “How about we be nice to each other?” For a moment, I wonder what his mother might think, seeing this, but let go of the thought. Another kid warns me mentally “I wouldn’t interact with that kid” but the kid’s demeanor changes completely and he starts being really nice to me. We talk a bit and then I go over to a group of dirty workmen sitting in folding chairs. I sit among them, but my sitting doesn’t prevent me from moving about and talking to them, so I rationalize I must be in a wheelchair. We talk a little about the demolition.