I was in Literary Magazine, walking in late for some reason. The room was dark and the desks out of order. There was a drizzle outside.
I sat next to Shannon, the only recognizable person. As usual, we striked up conversation.
"You made her feel a bit weird last time."
"Who?" I asked.
"That girl you kept flirting with all meeting." She gestured towards an Indian-looking girl with honey-colored, short hair.
She gave me a nervous look and looked away. I, meanwhile, not having seen her before, was confused.
However, dream-me didn't say "I've never seen that person in my life." Dream-me figured "I must have flirted with her yesterday and somehow have forgotten today." So I apologized to the shy-looking girl as Shannon onlooked with approval, telling her I couldn't even remember.
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Dream Journal
Non-FictionI will record dreams as I have them, simple as that! *Cover Credit to @Adina_Iver !*
