East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2017.02.07 In order to recruit for the Homeless and Runaway Shelter Volunteer Club at the Elementary School (recruiting volunteers, not runaways), we decide to gather all the school clubs together and announce their names to see who wants to join ours. Somehow that makes sense because we can see who is only in one club or something? Also peer pressure. After calling a bunch of club names and having about 20 kids total join us, one really pale little kid stands up angrily and screams, "What about club Hydra?" So the announcer apologizes and announces this thing called Club Hydra that doesn't exist as the kid stands up and angrily joins us. Several of us teachers murmur to each other "Isn't Hydra, like, actual Nazis?" and "We don't want the Nazi kid!" and "Does he not know?"

Dreamed on 2017.07.16.0942 In some Hogwartzian magical school or orphanage or warehouse or somesuch, and trying to sneak out. I find a magic squirrel key (shaped like half a skull designed in 2D via wire), and in looking for the way out I come across a gap in the fencing / barbed wire (now that I've climbed a bit) big enough for me to jump through. While I'm debating it (and how far I'd like to fall or not), I notice that it's an animal enclosure with a certain creature in it. We call them Jackals, but they're magical. Super vicious and powerful and super loyal to their trainer/owner, who is looking directly at me. ... something happens and he's gone and has no more control over the Jackals which start to return back to the ghosts of children (hundreds of them from deeper in the warehouse) and dive into the lake and disappear and turn to slime. They leave notes and letters behind. Apparently the owner/trainer trapped the souls of little kids and made them ...

Dreamed on 2019.08.18.0150 "It's one thing to seize the means of production. It's another to know how to use them." So many arguments with our neighbor. Their dog got past our fencing and chewed up the tarp we use for water collection. They stole apples from the tree that fell in the storm. Etc. I wanna complain to the employee from the block administration, but she's just a kid eagerly tending the sprouts in our community garden. One day I get a splinter through my shirt and start bleeding and I really look around. At all the trees about to fall that would hit our house. If I try to smile in the dirty mirror, there's a delay. My scared and warped face just hates back at me. Fighting with my neighbor does nothing about how shit the world is. Petty lives and hates lull me into complacence over the cliff. We can't not go over the cliff. It will take a commitment from the whole body, but I must build my own wings.