I was walking in this building, but it had an outside area and this girl had an ar-15, she kept yelling something. I started running, I told the guy I was walking with to run with me but he went the opposite way, towards the gunfire. I was running as fast as i could, i kept feeling like the shooter was following me so i was running to different areas of the town i was in. I ended up at a concert, justin bieber was singing, i was crying cuz he was singing, he only sung 2 songs. I was mad but my mom told me that's all she paid for. Then frozen characters started singing on stage. After I left the concert I ended up at the shooters moms house, she was crying, I told her she could ride with my family and i somewhere?
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Dream Journal #2
General FictionThe second part to my dream journal. Capturing the dreams I have caused by severe anxiety. Trigger warning; some dreams are graphic, traumatic or mature. *none of these are real life scenarios, these are all my real dreams*
