When I got to school I met up with my friend James at our usual lunch table before school. I told him about the dream, he said that he doesn't think it's a conincedence. I was starting to think the same thing
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The school day went by pretty slowly. I walked my usual route home. My mom wasn't in the drive way so I made pizza rolls and went upstairs.
I was watching some bullshit reality show and I wanted to light my Lemon scented candle but couldn't find it. In pure frustration I marched out the front door and to the mall, which was only a few blocks away so I could get a new one because I loved that scent.
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The scent mustve been hidden, I was not in the mood for this. I walked up to the cashier and asked where it would be. She said that if I wasn't on the shelf, they might have a few in the back.
"Hold on, sweetie," she started, "I'll check the back" Ugh. I just wanted a damn candle apple candle. I leaned against the counter and out of the corner of my eye I saw a brunette. No way. That's not possible, she's just a figment of my dreams. She turned down the back isle and I started towards her.
I heard the lady call my name. When I turned back around to look for her. She was gone.
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There are no Coincidences
RomancePeyton Lingfield has had these dreams every night for months. All surrounding the same dark haired girl. Every single dream has ended right before she sees a face. Then she starts to think she sees this girl in her wake. Is she just going crazy? or...
