I was at my old house that I grew up. It was just me and my mom who lived there. I was in my bedroom with Chris, Scarlett, and Tyler. We played truth or dare. I don't know what happened but after the game they all disappeared. It was nighttime and a storm raged on outside. My cousin Dylan was asleep in my bed while my mom slept in her room. It was all quiet except for the rain. Everyone else had left. Some kind of party had happened earlier in the evening. I couldn't sleep so I wandered around. The living room was dimly lit with moonlight. So serene. I jumped gently off the ground and was able to stay in the air much longer than normal. I kept leaping forward and floating through the air until coming back down. It was such a nice feeling. I discovered the same thing happened when jumping vertically. I stood between a door frame with no door. Jumping up, I was able to get to the top. Then I stuck out my arms and legs to lock me into place. The night turned to dawn and I noticed my mom was outside. A light rain persisted yet she was watering the yard. Most of our yard had been flooded quite deep. I asked what she was doing and to stop immediately. She said fine but I had to water this certain tree with hot water first. I complied and she turned off the water hose. My grandmother showed up at the front door. She said something to us but I couldn't make it out. Then 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.