I had a dream that a real life friend of mine ( @TheNightOcelot ) was driving her own car and pulled up to my driveway. Even though my mind thought "hey, this is my house," the house was actually my old house I lived in Michigan for most of my life. She stayed at the end next to the bushes that would now be chopped down. She rolled down her window as eagerly ran up, asking me, "Ready to go?"
I was about to hop in, but then I remembered, slapping my forehead, "[Night]! I got some butterflies! I gotta grab them first."
I ran to directly in front of my house, and my mom was sitting on the bench. There were fish and butterflies in hovering bubbles; you could see them flipping and twirling around in the liquid. "Wait, Liz. They're not ready yet." You could see them still growing at a fast-rate, yet they were not yet fully grown. "You'll have to wait."
I waved at [Night], shouting, "They're not ready yet!" [Night] showed some signs of irritation, tightening her lips and leaning back. ( Boi, if I'm makin' FUDGIN' butterflies, u better darn wait u lil zinger )
The dream ended and transferred to another. I don't remember what the next one was though.
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Dream Journal
Non-FictionI will record dreams as I have them, simple as that! *Cover Credit to @Adina_Iver !*
