my family and i moved back into our old house. hardly anything had been moved as if we still lived there. i went to the downstairs bathroom to brush my teeth with my old toothbrush, the bristles on it were nearly flattened and obviously old. I was brushing my teeth when the bristles kept falling out into my mouth, getting stuck in between my teeth, i was chewing on them. i got my new tooth brush but they were still stick between my teeth, i even went to use mouthwash. after that i went upstairs, my door had like a poster on it with some kind of design but i didn't leave it like that. i went into my moms room, our old box tv was playing some older cartoon.
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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*
