Me and Israel were at a bus stop trying to get home so we called my dad even though i only had about 26% phone battery left to spare. We told him to come pick us up but he said that it might be a while so he ended the call after we told him what street we were on and he tried to find out where we were on google maps. The bus stop was super packed and I kept my brother really close to me so that I wouldn't lose him. We tried to find somewhere to sit.
The bus stop had cement flooring and kind of a green/metal color scheme. It was more like triple the size of a normal bus stop and there were people literally everywhere. When we were looking around, me and my brother noticed something unusual about this bus stop. Everyone there had down syndrome.
We ended up not finding a place to sit....
(that's all I can recall) I haven't been writing down my dreams lately and i REALLY want to talk to my subconscious but I need more sleep to keep a steady sleep pattern and UGHGHH
I NEED TO DO LUCID DREAMING THAT'S THE ONLY THING I WANT IN LIFE.
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
RandomDream Diary. Nobody will read this. (If you do though, my dreams are strange don't even ask)
