I was in my old middle school, walking down a dimly lit corridor. Something was off, this wasn't the normal school hours. The building was so quiet opposed to the normal hustle and bustle of a school hallway. At the end I saw a brightly lit room and what appeared to be Mcconnell waiting with a typical photography set. I had to wait in line for a bit behind two students before taking a seat. I was given several white eggs, smooth and cold to the touch, to hold for my picture. No matter how I turned or posed, she wasn't satsified. I started to get nervous as no one else struggled this much to have their photo taken. The few people milling around said nothing. Finally we got the "perfect shot". 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.
