I had a big building in my backyard that I was using as a greenhouse for my veggie and fruit plants. I went out there to look at them, I had about everything you needed. Minutes later I come back and everything is moldy, the fruits, the veggies and even the soil. I was talking to my mom how I was just here and they were just fine, I was questioning whether or not I could clean the soil to get the mold off to reuse it. There was also a bunch of trash in there all of a sudden, random crap. We started cleaning the storage building, grabbing all the garbage to throw it away. The floor has pretty bad water damage but the person beside me was gonna put in water proof flooring for free. The neighbors were fixing the fence at the same time we were cleaning, he was basically blocking our way into the backyard. We had to go through our other neighbors side of the yard to get to and from the backyard.
I was in a restaurant with other people, I was a server. We were all talking then they said get ready to take orders. I went to a table with 2 older men, I asked them what they wanted. One of them said they wanted to order them to go back to the military, while the other one wanted waffles. The other dude was looking at him with a weird expression while he ordered to go back to the military.
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Dream Journal #2
Художественная прозаThe 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*
