My body slathered in exfoliation cream
Last night I had a dream where I went to a department store, trying to look for geocaches in the area. In the dream, I ran into a young man with tousled hair, he looked a bit like the 10th Doctor.
In the same dream, I went to a department store with a friend, and when we walked out of the store, I said “This area certainly looks more middle European after (a friend of ours) moved away”, and we both giggled. Then two women wearing 1950’s dresses walked past us, and one of them said “Hey! Don’t speak badly about your friends!” I told her to mind her own business, and we got into a fistfight. I punched her so badly that she fainted, and I was under police investigation. My dad came to defend me and said I had done nothing wrong, going so far as punching one of the people who defended the fainted woman. As for me, I walked around naked, like under trance, my body slathered in exfoliation cream so thickly it dripped on the tarmac.
Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t punch anyone and I certainly think that speaking badly about your friends is wrong.
I woke myself up by opening my eyes, and I felt safe but still a bit shaken.
I fell asleep again and had a dream where I lived in the neighborhood where I used to live when I was a kid, and in the dream I remembered that I had been scared of the neighborhood because there were abandoned cars with skeletons propped inside them.
In the dream, I lived in a horror movie themed neighborhood, and went to pick up some artefacts I had left there.
In another dream, my family and my relatives moved into Moomin House, and we had a good time there.
I had a dream where I watched a computer animated movie about Joker’s grandmother who was really bossy.
In another dream, I watched a slasher- themed Oggy and the Cockroaches episode, where Oggy wanted to turn Michael Myers into a cotton candy milkshake in a blender, but Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees stopped it. In the same dream, we tried to figure out what makes Michael tick, and then we learned that Michael enjoys listening to birds sing.
In another dream, I went to the same department store where I looked at posters, and found plenty of posters with Michael’s face on them. I also found plenty of 2000’s themed shirts, but they were too tight for me.
I woke up early, but stayed in bed for a while. I got up, took my morning meds and biotin supplement, and made coffee.
I received the weekly allowance today.
My armpits smelled bad, so I took a shower. I washed my hair and put conditioner into it, and while waiting for it to affect, I washed my armpits. I also did the 12- step Korean skincare regiment. I thought of getting a new facial exfoliation cream, because the current one doesn’t seem to be too effective. It’s basically just cream.
When I was in the middle of a face mask, I decided to rinse it off and start the regiment again and do it more effectively.
The watermelon & aloe vera gel mask stung my eyes.
After I was done, I brushed my hair and put basic lotion on my skin and applied cortisone lotion on my left wrist and on the backs of my knees. I got dressed, and put on jewelry.
I left, and took a bus to my parents’ hometown and went to the COVID-19 test, it was icky.
I took a train downtown, and went to the local shopping mall to buy facial exfoliator from a cosmetics shop, and a lip balm from an ecological shop. Then I walked to Helmi, and paid my fees for taking part in a movie and a trip to the science center. I also learned that they have an autumn festival, and a trip to the aviation museum. I will take part in them too.
I had a cup of coffee and a cupcake, and then I left. I took a tram downtown, there were some people who were obviously on drugs, the way they yelled and picked fights and ran around. I felt a bit scared, but didn’t pay them any attention. I took a subway to another town and a bus back home, once there I went to the dressmaker’s and fetched my clothes.
I went back home, took the laundry downstairs to hang it in the drying room, and called the apartment service about the lift being stuck; I ordered it to my floor, and it didn’t move, I went downstairs where it was stuck, the door opened properly and I went inside and clicked the floor button, and it didn’t move.
I went to the shopping mall, picked up trash and took discarded trolleys to the supermarket. I bought hair bleach, oat milk, and refills for my ink pen. I also bought a Get Well Soon card for my friend.
I went back home, put everything to their rightful places, and by then it was already evening. I read the books “Girl, Interrupted” and “Tideland”. It’s been a while since I read any book properly.
I noticed that my clothes had not been properly mended; one of the dresses had not been widened around the bodice, and one of the dressed had not had the button sewn on the sleeve. Considering that the dressmaker is going to be closed for good, I have to find another. I googled for dressmakers in this area, and found two of them. I might take one of the clothes there to be mended on Monday.
I watched The Good Place, and took my evening meds. I can’t brush my teeth until my throat stops hurting.
I ran out of clean nighties, so I will sleep in a bathrobe.
I have noticed that I never have dreams about the people I see in my delusions.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the bed sheets and towels, tidy up the bathroom, hoover the floor, and take out the recycling.
I will go visit Elisa, plenty of my other friends will be there as well.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents; they will give me the weekly allowance. I will call my granny.
In the evening, I will go visit the amusement park; there will be a light art festival. I will go to all of the rides I fancy, and in the evening, there will be a concert.
In the same dream, I went to a department store with a friend, and when we walked out of the store, I said “This area certainly looks more middle European after (a friend of ours) moved away”, and we both giggled. Then two women wearing 1950’s dresses walked past us, and one of them said “Hey! Don’t speak badly about your friends!” I told her to mind her own business, and we got into a fistfight. I punched her so badly that she fainted, and I was under police investigation. My dad came to defend me and said I had done nothing wrong, going so far as punching one of the people who defended the fainted woman. As for me, I walked around naked, like under trance, my body slathered in exfoliation cream so thickly it dripped on the tarmac.
Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t punch anyone and I certainly think that speaking badly about your friends is wrong.
I woke myself up by opening my eyes, and I felt safe but still a bit shaken.
I fell asleep again and had a dream where I lived in the neighborhood where I used to live when I was a kid, and in the dream I remembered that I had been scared of the neighborhood because there were abandoned cars with skeletons propped inside them.
In the dream, I lived in a horror movie themed neighborhood, and went to pick up some artefacts I had left there.
In another dream, my family and my relatives moved into Moomin House, and we had a good time there.
I had a dream where I watched a computer animated movie about Joker’s grandmother who was really bossy.
In another dream, I watched a slasher- themed Oggy and the Cockroaches episode, where Oggy wanted to turn Michael Myers into a cotton candy milkshake in a blender, but Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees stopped it. In the same dream, we tried to figure out what makes Michael tick, and then we learned that Michael enjoys listening to birds sing.
In another dream, I went to the same department store where I looked at posters, and found plenty of posters with Michael’s face on them. I also found plenty of 2000’s themed shirts, but they were too tight for me.
I woke up early, but stayed in bed for a while. I got up, took my morning meds and biotin supplement, and made coffee.
I received the weekly allowance today.
My armpits smelled bad, so I took a shower. I washed my hair and put conditioner into it, and while waiting for it to affect, I washed my armpits. I also did the 12- step Korean skincare regiment. I thought of getting a new facial exfoliation cream, because the current one doesn’t seem to be too effective. It’s basically just cream.
When I was in the middle of a face mask, I decided to rinse it off and start the regiment again and do it more effectively.
The watermelon & aloe vera gel mask stung my eyes.
After I was done, I brushed my hair and put basic lotion on my skin and applied cortisone lotion on my left wrist and on the backs of my knees. I got dressed, and put on jewelry.
I left, and took a bus to my parents’ hometown and went to the COVID-19 test, it was icky.
I took a train downtown, and went to the local shopping mall to buy facial exfoliator from a cosmetics shop, and a lip balm from an ecological shop. Then I walked to Helmi, and paid my fees for taking part in a movie and a trip to the science center. I also learned that they have an autumn festival, and a trip to the aviation museum. I will take part in them too.
I had a cup of coffee and a cupcake, and then I left. I took a tram downtown, there were some people who were obviously on drugs, the way they yelled and picked fights and ran around. I felt a bit scared, but didn’t pay them any attention. I took a subway to another town and a bus back home, once there I went to the dressmaker’s and fetched my clothes.
I went back home, took the laundry downstairs to hang it in the drying room, and called the apartment service about the lift being stuck; I ordered it to my floor, and it didn’t move, I went downstairs where it was stuck, the door opened properly and I went inside and clicked the floor button, and it didn’t move.
I went to the shopping mall, picked up trash and took discarded trolleys to the supermarket. I bought hair bleach, oat milk, and refills for my ink pen. I also bought a Get Well Soon card for my friend.
I went back home, put everything to their rightful places, and by then it was already evening. I read the books “Girl, Interrupted” and “Tideland”. It’s been a while since I read any book properly.
I noticed that my clothes had not been properly mended; one of the dresses had not been widened around the bodice, and one of the dressed had not had the button sewn on the sleeve. Considering that the dressmaker is going to be closed for good, I have to find another. I googled for dressmakers in this area, and found two of them. I might take one of the clothes there to be mended on Monday.
I watched The Good Place, and took my evening meds. I can’t brush my teeth until my throat stops hurting.
I ran out of clean nighties, so I will sleep in a bathrobe.
I have noticed that I never have dreams about the people I see in my delusions.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the bed sheets and towels, tidy up the bathroom, hoover the floor, and take out the recycling.
I will go visit Elisa, plenty of my other friends will be there as well.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents; they will give me the weekly allowance. I will call my granny.
In the evening, I will go visit the amusement park; there will be a light art festival. I will go to all of the rides I fancy, and in the evening, there will be a concert.