my family and i lived across from this wife and husband, the husband always sat at the window on a small couch like seat. he had passed away, so i went over there with his wife. she was baking cookies, one was straight chocolate and the other was lemon sugar. she told me her cookies didn't turn out, she didn't put enough sugar in them. i tasted one and i agreed they were pretty gross. she told me to hand her the ingredients so she could make another batch, i handed her flour and asked if she needed eggs or not.
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Dream Journal
Fiction généraleFirst 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.
