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Ok this dream happened today. I don't have any time to write in my journal so I'll just write it here.

I actually had lots of dreams hahah...

ON TO THE FIRST ONE!

So I was at school and it was nearing Study Hall. And this girl, Bookworm was complaining about how she can't find OSTs from Keroro Gunso.

(If you don't know what Keroro Gunso is, its a Spring 2004 anime that aired from April 3rd 2004 to April 3rd 2011. It's about these 5 froglike aliens that try to invade Earth but end up procrastinating.)

I was really surprised because I didn't think that there was another person at my school who liked Keroro Gunso as well. I'm pretty sure that I walked up to her at her locker and told her that I would help her find Keroro OSTs. (OST = Original Soundtrack if you didn't know) The bell rung and it was time for study hall. I went into Study Hall, (Bookworm and I are in the same Study Hall) and there was another person complaining about not being able to find Keroro OSTs. I tried to help them as well but it seemed like nobody was accepting my help..

Uh, that's all for the first one. I don't know what kind of dream is that tbh.

Here's a picture for you, if you're getting bored~

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Okay. Anyway. On to the next dream. Im starting to forget it so I better hurry up.

So my mom and I were at Walmart and we were in the changing room, and for some reason this turkey, I think it was turquoise kept going into our changing room which scared us. I kept pushing it away until I had enough. I grabbed the turkey's neck and snapped it. And then my mom gets a phone call about one of her co-workers who has been guilty for murder. And then I saw an illusion of my mom's co-worker, her hands were in cuffs and she was looking down in shame.

That's the end of the dream. I don't know what kind of dream was that...

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