My mom and I were pet sitting a bird, and it got smashed between two bricks. My mom and I didn't know how to tell the owner or dispose of it.
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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.
Saturday, September 3rd
My mom and I were pet sitting a bird, and it got smashed between two bricks. My mom and I didn't know how to tell the owner or dispose of it.