I was walking with Michael, my best friend, and we were sharing a joint. The puffs were so thick, they started to fog the road.
So I reached down to grab his hand so we wouldn't lose each other and it was Trystan I was holding hands with.
Trystan (my other best friend) and I walked holding hands for a second or too until we reached a stage. We got onto this stage and he grabbed me by the shoulders, only it was Santana now holding me.
Santana spun me out like as if we started to dance and he said missed what we used to have (which was only a close friendship until we stopped talking to each other). After he said that Santana spun me back to kiss me and I slapped him, only it wasn't him, it was my boyfriend Henry.
"Why would you hurt me?"
But I never did? I thought. Why would I want to?
"Why would you hurt me?" He said with a cheesy echo....
I walked into a room. It was quiet there, away from all the echoing. And my old director, Kelly, who was actually male and had a cheesy Catapillar eyebrows, spawned there and said,"he texted you. Time to go..... STOP! That's not how it goes!" He walked away giving orders to an actress and I slowly woke up, to the sound of my phone going off with a text from Henry.
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Dream journal
PoetryIt's a journal of my dreams. Think of it as I'm sharing a piece of my mind when I can't control it at night. Please comment if you like this idea or not. They're not real stories, only REAL stories from dreams I've had. I'll constantly add new ones...
