i was in a store that was all homemade and fresh homegrown produce, we were allowed 10 or 15 mins to look through the store and buy stuff. i bought some bananas. my mom got a $7.09 gift card and said "watch me and i'll show you how i can turn this into a $200 gift card". she called someone and said "let me speak to your (idk) or we will have to talk in a secret room". my sister wanted to watch a scary movie but got mad over it having commercials

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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.