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microwaveexplosion · 10 months

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My Dream Last Night

This isn’t a joke, or based off of a writing prompt, or a “what if” idea I had. This is an actual dream my brain produced while I was asleep, and that I then had to wake up and process in my life. I just wanted to share it with everybody.

So in this dream, I was an assistant/intern for the Supernanny. I don’t remember much of the first half of the dream, just that she was going around doing consultations and I was just standing nearby listening. She was wearing jeans and a gray T-Shirt that said “Thank You For Watching…” as a play off both the TV show, but if you read it while she was wearing it you were watching her then. I guess? I was also wearing jeans and a gray T-Shirt so people would know I was with her crew but mine just said “Thanks” which was also a joke, because I was supposed to go get stuff for her like water or snacks and she could just point at my shirt when I brought it.

The second half of the dream is much more vivid. First of all, she was doing her show in tandem with a murder documentary show. Instead of the “in a room to discuss it later” style the Supernanny show is actually in, instead it was done documentary-style, where the person walks around talking, like Philomena Cunk.

First: Re-enactment style film of a family of 4 (Dad, Mom, 2 elementary-school age daughters) in a metal rowboat on a lake. The deep male voiceover from Forensic Files says,

“A family of four takes a camping trip to a lake.”

As the family gets in the boat (that can barely fit all 4 of them) on a sunny day and pushes it out into the water. The dad is a hefty dude with short brown hair that looks perpetually harassed, the mom is Midwest brand, with blue eyes and a Meg Ryan blonde haircut, the older daughter is 9 or 10 with brown hair, and the younger daughter is 6 or 7 with blonde hair.

“They didn’t bring a tent, so they sleep in the boat.”

This is announced as if it is a normal decision some families may make while camping. They do this like some sort of Russian doll sleeping set up, all facing up, with the Dad laying down, Mom on him, oldest daughter on her, and youngest daughter on her. There is about 3 feet of room left empty below the youngest daughter’s feet. A camera shot of this in the dark night.

“They wake up in the middle of the night, and the boat is starting to fill with water.”

The top half with the people is fine, but the lower half beneath the younger daughter’s feet is indeed half full of water.

“Dad! There’s water in the boat!” the youngest girl says. It is still dark out, but the sky is lightening, it’s probably about 5am. The Mom gasps. The Dad says, grumpily, “Shit.”

“But this wasn’t the biggest problem. They spot - another pair of feet - in the water.”

“Dad there’s feet!” the youngest daughter says. Indeed there are 2 adult-sized feet, sticking out from under the boat, splayed out as if yet another person was in the Russian doll laying set up, but underneath both the Dad and boat. The oldest daughter yells, “Ew, Dad!” The Mom says “Oh my God!” the Dad said, harrassedly, “G**dammit!” and sighs deeply.

“Who is this person? The family doesn’t know them. They didn’t bring anyone else on their camping trip.”

Suddenly it is full morning, and the family is out of the boat already, and on the shore. The boat is still on top of the dead body, and there is nothing to see of it but the feet sticking out the bottom. In the light we can now see that they are barely “camping”. There is a sizeable white 2-story farmhouse on land. The “lake” is shaped like an L that wraps around two sides of the house. In the dream I inherently know that it is an Air B-n-B type rental they rented for vacation, and they just chose to sleep on the water for the “camping experience” of it all I guess. Also, now that everything is not pitch black night, we can see that the water is approximately 3 feet deep, making it more of a pond.

I am standing on the shore, next to the front entry of the house - with Supernanny. The family is on the shore around the back of the house. The Forensic Files guy is in a black suit standing on the shore by the boat. There are no cameras, because the cameras are magic, and when either announcer starts talking, there is suddenly just camera view of it. When Supernanny does it, the camera is focused on her. When the Forensic Files guy does it, he is not filmed but there is a shot of what you would expect a FF episode re-enactment scene to show (so I don’t know why he’s in a suit).

The family has called for help by now, which is why we’re all here now. Supernanny tells me I’m not to do anything, that she’s going to talk to the family directly first, and then send the kids over to me while she talks to the parents, and when that happens I’m supposed to watch the kids, but NOT work with them or correct them on anything, because that is her job. She first stands by the corner of the house and starts “filming” with the magic camera (I am off screen) and she does that documentary thing where she puts her hands together and uses them to gesture, and is saying,

“What happens when a family finds a dead body in a lake? Can they hold it together? I’m going to help walk this family through their recent tragedy - and we’ll see how the kids behave.”

Then she leaves me standing on that part of the shore, and goes around to the back of the house, where I can’t see anything, but I can hear them a bit. I can hear her talking to the family in low voices, but can’t hear any words yet. The Forensic Files guy says (off doc, in a more regular voice),

“I need somebody to get this boat off the body so we can see it! I’m not getting in the water, I’m in my suit!”

The Dad grumbles and wades through his side of the pond over to the boat, and drags the boat a few feet so that the body is exposed. It is a blonde young woman in a yellow shirt and teal shorts, and it bobs over in the fetal position, so that it is facing the FF guy and I can only see the back. The Dad grumbles and wades his way back through the pond toward his family. I am sorry to say, we never care as much about this as we should. The *only* person who seems really stirred up by this is the Mom, who is emotional and traumatized, and just trying to hold it together.

I can hear them all better now and that kids are saying “Holy shit!” and “It’s really a real dead body, oh fuck!” “Mom did you see it!” “Dad that’s fucking gross!” and that Dad says, “It is fucking gross, I had to pull the boat off!”

Supernanny says firmly to the poor Mom, “And is this the kind of language your family always uses in situations like these?”

The shaken Mom says something like, “!! Well no! We - we’ve never been in a situation like this before…my kids have never seen a dead body! *I’ve* never seen a dead body!” She is trying not to cry.

Supernanny says, “Mm-hmm, well I think we need to work on this language first, because this isn’t acceptable, I’m sorry.” The Dad sighs heavily.

I’m feeling so bad for the Mom at this point, but it is my job to not do anything. The kids must have been told to come over to me, but instead of coming around the dry side of the house, they both come tearing through the water of the pond, past the body, to the side of land I am on. Behind me, for some reason, is a large driftwood tree. The kids both begin playing on it, climbing it and tearing pieces off of it.

They’re talking to me like, “Did you see this shit? Did you see the dead body?” “Holy fuck, we’ve never seen a dead body before. We’ve never even been *camping* before!” “I went camping before you were born.” “No you didn’t, I’m only two years younger than you asshole, you wouldn’t even remember it.” “Whatever bitch.” Neither seems actually angry at the other, and I am taken aback at how they’re speaking at a young age, but I am literally not allowed to correct them, so I just stand there with my mouth open.

I can’t hear what Supernanny is saying to the Mom exactly, but it is corrective points because I can hear snippets like “And we’re going to….and that’s when we say…and that’s how…” The Mom is now actively crying from shame and trauma. I feel so bad. I think of telling the kids “You’re kind of getting your Mom in trouble right now,” but I fear I will be fired, so I just say “Be careful on that tree.”

Supernanny and the parents come around the dry side of the house. She says, “Okay, we’ve done the first half. Let’s go inside,” and we all go inside the house. The Mom looks distraught. The entire family sits in the living room, where she is crying lightly, and the kids are swearing up a storm. Supernanny does not interact with this right now, because we are in the dining/kitchen area getting ready for another scene. She is calm and pleased with the progress of the show, unhampered by the dead person outside.

She takes off her gray “Thank You For Watching…” T Shirt, but has another gray T-Shirt underneath. She says

“Give me my shirt,” and from a bag I hand her a separate plain gray T-Shirt. I say

“Couldn’t you just wear the one you’re wearing?” and she looks at me like I am trash and, rolling her eyes at me, says, “No, this one I’m putting on is much nicer. I can’t wear the other one on television.” Like I am an idiot. They are they same shirt, the one she’s putting on now is just a little bit looser.

I can lightly hear the Forensic Files guy outside doing his shpeal, and see a few camera-moments of the dead body in the water, and the boat floating away from it.

“When the father moved the boat, it revealed a dead woman - in the water.”

I am feeling very concerned that there is not more freaking out about this or attempts to pull her out, because she looks about teenage. But I am the Supernanny intern, and she has me fold up the gray shirt that has words on it, and hold it out flat in my hands, like a serving tray. I am not to put it down and am to carry it around everywhere she goes, in case she wants to switch back into it for a scene. She is fixing her hair that got messed up when she changed shirts.

I hear a lot more voices outside. The FF guy calls out, “Yeah, we got a dead body over here.” The police and forensics crew have *just now* finally arrived, and are setting up the scene for investigation.

“Oh good, the police are here,” Supernanny says cheerfully, looking out the window. “It took them enough time.” The Mom is still crying while the kids tear up the living room, and I hold the T-Shirt out flat in my hands. Supernanny is ready to enter the living room and start “working with” the family. I am horrified but want to keep my job so say nothing.

The dream ends and I wake up to reality to cope with what I just dreamed.

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