At this new park there was this cave thing, my mom and i went inside just to see a monster. It was hairy and white, we ran out quickly. We somehow pieced the pieces together and figured out it was a person under there. A bald man. We came up with a plan to beat him up? We told my grandma and started looking at stuff we could use. My neighbor asked if my grandma pooped yet or not?
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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.
