Dream Journal

Tuesday, September 6th

I was in Los Angeles with my mom. I was famous, or at least very popular. I was turning into a bottle, my family left california without me and went back to kentucky. I turned back into my human self, if I dropped the little bottle in my hand I was afraid i'd turn back into a bottle. I had some credit cards in my pocket, one was my grandmas. I made it to a store, they were selling this big box of mixed acrylic paint but the woman buying it didn't have enough money, I offered to buy it but none of my cards would go through. I walked back into the street and ran into this man, I explained how my family left me here, I threw the bottle on the ground to show him I do in fact turn into a bottle but I didn't. I'm leaded into a Shawn Mendes concert, i'm walking in front of the crowd, headache and all. I go backstage, and manage to find the entrance to the stage. I go on the stage, sit down in one of the chairs, and I hear him calling my name but everything's so blurry at this point I don't even move or say anything.