7/20/25

Today I dreamt that it was the end of the school year, and we were receiving our marks. I was really disappointed because I hadn't got what I expected, and I blamed it all on one teacher. I was with my friends and we were going to go have lunch. But, all of a sudden, I was going on a school trip, by bus. We left the bus, but I forgot my backpack there. When I went back to pick it up, the driver didn't want to let me in and he was saying, "no, no, it's not there". He finally allowed me to; however, when I looked all over the bus, I could only find some pieces. I left and went back with my group -which strangely was at the same spot we had been when we first got on the bus-, and some girls I don't really get along with started talking to me, and I felt good. Then, I started thinking about the fact that I would have to buy everything I had lost all over again, and that I had lost the paper with my marks.

7/25/25

I dreamt that I was watching some Blade Runner sequel. It wasn't the original, nor Blade Runner 2049; it was earlier, perhaps from the 90s. The color palette was lighter, and so the city had more of a pastel palette. But somehow people I knew were part of the plot, and all of a sudden I was inside the movie. I was Harrison Ford, and I was at the set, and the actors -which were supposed to be people I knew- were practicing their lines.

7/31/25

Today, I dreamt that I was sitting in the middle of a big city -similar to Toronto-, with thick gray skyscrapers and a comic-book look. I was watching planes take off, as if the airport was really close to where I was; still, I was in the middle of the city. But, upon paying closer attention, I notice that the plane I was watching was being flown by a crazy man: he was jumping around. So, the plane crashed into a building. But it afterwards carried on, as if nothing had happened. I saw something very similar happen to a helicopter, so I assumed it was a recurring problem.
All of a sudden, I was with my friends walking around a village. It was raining very profusely, and we were searching for shelter. We found it in an empty train station, inside a shop. A man with a beard let us in. There were many mannequins, dressed with clothes, but no people. We lay down in some chairs set up in a circle, and fell asleep.

8/16/25

I dreamt that there was a war and we all had to go. I was in highschool and all students -the ones belonging to other schools had to as well- were going to the battlefield. The war was against some country like Ukraine. The place looked like a huge football field. At the corner there was a stone passageway that connected to the field of the enemy. The tanks were there, and so we were shooting cannons at each other, but the ones shot at us bounced on the tank because it was very good quality. My dad drove the tank, and I was sort of flying on top. The woman in the opposite team kept shooting at me but she didn't actually hit me because I was quick, although not as quick as I would have liked to, and her aim was really bad. After the war we went back home.I was in the car with a classmate who happened to carry with him a sort of collage with pictures of me and I was pretty confused. And then it was night. I was thinking about the fact that the next day I would have to fight again, and I was pretty scared because, what if I got killed. Then I woke up so I never had to fight.