i lived in Puerto Rico or Mexico with my mom and grandma, our house was in a middle class neighborhood. my mom, grandma and i were sitting at the kitchen table eating, i see my uncle saying something but he disappears, the kitchen table was by the front door and a window. there was a single gunshot, a man had a black rifle just going up to houses, i shut the front door and we all duck down. i was hallucinating, which is why i seen my uncle disappear. i went in this big store, my uncle popped up from time to time, he kept mentioning the satanic bible i had. i was going absolutely crazy, there was this big church inside the building, they had a fire pit. i went up to the people in there and said,"i have the satanic bible and i want to burn it" i brought the satanic bible and threw it in the flames, everyone cheered me on, i felt dizzy, i passed out. sometime later i woke up in the girls room, i just got up and walked out her bedroom door. i went back to the same store to buy something, it was $2.94, the cashier tried sticking coins in the card reader.
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Dream Journal
Narrativa generaleFirst 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.
