I was in college in a different country with an old friend of mine. I went into this 21+ event trying to sneak by the person letting people in without carding my friend and i, but it didn't work so we got kicked out. we went to a library that was at the college and started talking.
I was cleaning out my dorm because I think I was going home for break, I had a lot of stuff in there. I got my camera, all my stuffed animals, clothes, even the sheet on the bed. I rode with this man, he had this tiny yellow car that could only go up steep hills in reverse, we stopped at this corner store quickly. I asked them would they find it disrespectful if i took a picture of their store from the outside, the man said probably. I had wasted too much time to go into the actual store. As we were leaving there was a vegan protest, I wanted to quickly take a photo but I couldn't get my camera on the right settings.
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Dream Journal
Fiction généraleFirst 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.
