Bdsm demons are chasing me in my old house and I start running to my room and then I finally get to my room and I see myself on my bed but I look like how I wish I could look and then I get transported into their body and then I get up to look at the mirror and I smile.
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My Dream Journal
RandomI sometimes really hate that I can feel whatever happens in my dreams. I write whatever I remember from my dreams. SNAILS.
