My mom and I went back to our old house to pick stuff up. I went upstairs to my moms room to get wrapping paper that was behind her dresser. The door shut by itself and the lights kept going off and on. I quickly grabbed the rolls of wrapping paper and brought them downstairs. I went back up into my old room to get my old toys for my little sister, the door shut with the lights flickering again, I was scared. I grabbed a bratz doll and some other toys with a doll house and brought them downstairs. I told my mom what was happening. I went back upstairs because outside of my old room was my old dollhouse, it had moon sand in it but i could easily clean it. It felt strange up there, like people were crowded around me and staring. I grabbed the house and went back downstairs.
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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.
