I entered the gym from my elementary school. Everything looked exactly the same, from the yellow floors to the weird lights on the ceiling. A very familiar place. Only a few people were inside. I approached a girl sitting on the floor, knees to her chest. As I kneeled down beside her, she looked up in my direction. Her eyes were a milky blue and didn't focus on anything. I asked if she was alright and she said yeah, just blind. I know I probably shouldn't have, but I asked how much she could see. The girl was completely blind and mildly offended at my question. When I told her people often ask me how much I can hear, she loosened up. No hostility between us. We decided to stick together and I led her around. That's when I noticed everyone playing around in the gym seemed to have some sort of disability. As we began to walk towards two people in the bleachers, I woke up.
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Dream Journal
Short StoryI hate not remembering my dreams or knowing how often they happen. So when I wake up I'll try to write everything I can remember.
