November 19, 2018.
Last night, I had two dreams. In the first one, Mr C died. Nothing really happens in that one, except he was dead.
The second one was that Billie Joe Armstrong died. In the dream, I was lying in my bed in the dark before school. I was really sad because, y'know, my favorite bitch was dead. I couldn't cry because nothing would come out, but I was still really sad. I was suspicious of the amount of sleep I was getting, so I checked my phone to see what time it was. It was like 6:15, and my alarm was supposed to go off at 6:10, so I got up.
My whole house was dark, except for the kitchen. It looked like the kitchen at my old house. My mom was washing the dishes and I was talking to her. I don't remember what happened after that.
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