My mom, sister, grandma and myself were in this building. There was a living room and a bedroom. There was a shooter on the loose that we were hiding from, we were getting live updates from the news on a computer. We were told to keep lights off and noise down so the shooter wouldn't find us. This was happening for everyone not just us. My mom & grandma were using the couch as their bed whilst my sister and i were using the bedroom. I walked out of the bedroom to the living room, my grandma kept turning up the volume to 26 on the tv and we kept telling her to turn it down.
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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*
