My mom and I went to our old house, except the inside was completely different. It's like someone took down the walls and made completely different rooms. The whole house was filthy, dirt and dust was on every surface. I looked under cabinets to try and find some cleaning supplies but I had only found car cleaning supplies. I ended up finding the tiniest bit of some cleaning product, but it wasn't enough. I walked into this small funky room, it had a 60s style tv in it, a love seat and a single chair, that's it. I turned the tv on to see if it still worked, it turned onto something and donald trump was on the screen.
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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.
