I was in some sort of hotel with all my friends from college in various rooms. I went into one room and sat on the bed with two friends. We talked and goofed off for a while before I needed to go to my room. When I entered, my mom was there waiting for me, pissed because it was almost midnight. She did something she hasn't done in a few years. Phone check. I panicked because I wasn't about to get in trouble over saying a swear word or worse. So I begged her not to and just treat me like a normal adult. She couldn't be reasoned with so I ran out the door. While stumbling down the hallway, I tried deleting everything. No one would open their doors for me so I ended up in my hotel room again. 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.
