i knocked on this older woman's door, i was going to clean her house for her. she answered the door and let me in. i had cleaning supplies with me in a big caddy, i let her know that if there's a specific scented cleaner she wants me to use just let me know and i got started on a bottom piece of a chair in the kitchen. my mom swung by the older woman's house to pick me up, we were going to another city to do some shopping and just to hang out. now we were in a public bathroom getting ready but instead of my mom it was two other girls was hanging out with, i have no clue where we were going.
somehow i made it back to the town i live in, im in the middle of the road where some sort of award show is being hosted. people are spreading rumors about justin bieber making selena gomez run off a cliff in a black suv when she really made him wreck, he was there in a wheelchair with his entire leg in a cast.
prince started to perform purple rain, i was nearly beside him while people were behind and in front of him cheering. i was tearing up and just focusing on him. he ended his performance, he went to the people across from him, everyone is saying how great he did including elton john, people are crying. nicki minaj is supposed to be the next performer, i glanced at a sheet of paper that has the songs she's going to perform and her dialog, she was going to say something really transphobic so when the announcer mentioned her name i went up right in her face and started booing her, i even started hitting her face with a shoe box?
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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*
