My grandma cleaned out our freezer and we had a shit ton of ice cream, a whole shelf worth. I went outside to see the stray cats, one of them someone wanted to take to adopt however I was trying to convince them not too. I brought her one of those spongebob ice creams but that wasn't enough, so then i offered a photograph session and she was taking it into consideration. A music group i had photographed before started playing up the street so I grabbed my camera but it wasn't turning on right, eventually i got it to turn on but someone started interrupting the concert.
i was at target with a bunch of people, we were given projects to do with an assigned partner. Mariska Hargitay was the teacher, she started going through the projects from worst to best. The list started with some unknown people, Kesha, Ice T & myself, Harry styles and then I woke up.
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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*
