I was in some building with people in it, there was a painting on the wall and justin bieber stood next to me asking about it. I had told him it was something my grandma had since i was a kid. He then hugged me, a gentle but good hug. I pulled away briefly before hugging him once more, this time his hand went in mine, his thumb rubbed the side of my hand while my head was on his white silky shirt. He smelt good
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Dream Journal #2
General FictionThe second part to my dream journal. Capturing the dreams I have Trigger warning; some dreams are graphic, traumatic or mature. *none of these are real life scenarios, these are all my real dreams*
