I was in this building with a lot of other people including my grandma and mom. it was like a big game except the punishment was either you'd be sent home or die, i was scared shitless. this round was something to do with characters, my grandma mistakenly ordered 50 spider-man onesies, and handed them out to everyone except for me. i lost this round with a few other people. the host yelled, "scream if this person should go home" for the other people, then she got to me, i had the loudest screams so i was able to go home. i looked at my mom and grandma, i was crying. i went to a bathroom that was being cleaned however i wanted to finish it so maybe the host wouldn't change her mind about sending me home. she walked in, we started talking, i asked her if she was in the lgbt and she was, i said same.
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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.
