My mom, sister and i were staying at some shelter with our cat. We had cubicles, she had one with my sister and i had one with my cat. In my cubicle, my cat had a little house and his litter box. There was gun shots outside of the shelter, everyone got low. I seen my mom and sister get down, my cat was in his litter box.
After the gunshots stopped, my mom and i started talking about a safer place to live, i think we were specifically talking about georgia. My cat got scared, he ended up rolling around in wet litter. A staff member came to give him a bath. We were leaving, i held my cat, another cat looked like it didn't have an owner so i wanted to take it but my mom wouldn't let me.
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Dream Journal
Ficción GeneralFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
