Dream Journal

The setting was a busy city area like New York. There was a long period of keeping an eye on Jamie and Holly. They were separated from the street by a fence, in an area with lots of people and other kids. Jamie and Holly were running all over, playing with the other kids. They kept disappearing from sight, going in and out of shops.

At one point I was looking for Holly. As I ran about, a common pass-through area was this variety food shop. People kept giving me things on a stick. Like carrots cut into a rose shape or weenies. By the end I had six of them but was focused on finding the kids.

Then I saw Holly, but the person turned and said “I’m not Holly”. I saw that her face was different, and her hair changed from dark brown to red. I saw the real Holly a minute later.

At one point, I was in a big college classroom, taking a test. It started out as a Zelda-like video game, with Nintendo graphics. I’d played a number of levels earlier. When it started, I could see an enemy boss-like guy coming and moved away, but I was too slow. It set its sights on me, sped up and eventually caught me. That made all my belongings fall to the floor — clothes, weapons, etc. I frantically began picking them up but couldn’t fit them all in my inventory. Then different boss baddies came, causing even more trouble.

Then it changed to a real building. I was one of maybe 50 students in there and the goal, I discovered, was to write up concert fliers with markers on paper, and put them up, and keep them up long enough to take a video of them. The foil this time was Mariah Carey, who was putting up her own and tearing down everyone else’s. I gave it a shot, but it was futile. I had to get 150 posters up. I stopped trying, wrote a silly poster FOR Mariah Carey, then some others, and just collected them. In the end I had hung up zero.

I left the building and found myself with a camera on a tripod. It looked so much like the one I used as a kid that I thought it might be mine. But I didn’t arrive with one, so I decided to return it. I crossed some streets and while doing so, the camera and tripod turned into a scooter. I rode it across some streets, then realized I went too far, turned around, and crossed to a fenced entrance with a guard. He let me in and I took the scooter up to the return building. It took a minute to figure out where it was supposed to go. As I was putting the scooter up, I could hear a little song playing quietly. A blonde girl standing next to me said “What is that? What’s that from?” I didn’t recognize it. She said “Get it! Play it!” I was thoroughly confused but got out my phone to Shazam it. She turned towards someone beside me. “What’s that from?”

Once the scooter was in its place, I remembered I had a camera to return as well.

References: Shazam is a music recognition app.