I walked into a gas station and began destroying everything in sight. Everything was pushed off of shelves, glass cracked, freezers opened. I wrecked havoc. The owner started to come for me so I pegged him with a kinder surprise egg and ran into a neighborhood. It was a poor area with dirt roads and lots of dogs. I eventually surrendered. 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.
