I met this guy under a tarp, there were many people under there. We were gonna go on a train with an unknown destination. Before we left I went into the dollar tree next to us and stole a sprite. We then went on this train, we had our own room. It only had a bed but it was big enough for us. He wanted to have sex, so I said yes as long as he had a condom and he did. We ended up having sex, but it hurt. When we were finished the train ripped apart, I was yelling for him reaching my hand out too. I was falling into an unknown dimension.
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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*
