My whole family traveled to mexico, we were right by the boarder. To my left was a big city, behind us was another city. We were walking to the city behind us and these two people sitting in the curb was laughing at us. As we walked, there were these prostitute rooms where they could sleep and rest. right beside that was a huge container of cookies and cream ice cream, you were allowed 1 scoop per person but my brother ended up getting three.
YOU ARE READING
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.
