Zayn malik lived down the road from me, or at least temporarily stayed. I talked to him, asking him where does he sleep since the house was just an open space. He proceeded to show me his office space and the couch he sleeps on.
I went to a large mcdonald's mixed with a movie theater, there was a tornado warning with a tornado on the ground. I was there with an old childhood friend. The tornado ripped through my neighborhood, my friend told me she heard my house was like flat cardboard. I ran as fast as i could to my house, although i was running fast i wasn't getting anywhere.
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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst 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.
