My parents were teaching a class I was in. All my classmates were my age but we were all in elementary school. My mom tried to lead because she's so good with kids and this is basically what she does every day but my dad kind of took over. We did art projects and when everyone finished we put them under the projector for everyone to say nice things about. My mom gave everyone positive feedback and then she put hers under the projector and my dad criticised it and put her down. She stood there trying not to cry and then I started crying and I woke up sad.
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dream journal
Acakas soon as i wake up, i write down everything i remember from my dream. it often makes no sense, and is always full of typos, but i have edited them to remove names of real people and make it comprehensible
