Barack Obama was my dad. He was 50 years old and in the marines, I never got to see him because he was busy. I had a pacifier filled with water he always gave me. My mom, sister and I went into a pet store next to where obama was, my sister tried to steal a photo album. I tried to go over to where obama was but he didn't notice me.
We went home, I went across the street to this house that was playing an obama movie?
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Dream Journal
Tiểu Thuyết ChungFirst 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.
