I was outside at the local hardware store with a group of people. We were actors working on some sort of film but progress was slow. The director finally had enough and decided to seperate us into two groups, "toxic" and "good". The rule was you had to keep your head down and she would push you so you knew what side to walk to. No one was allowed to know who went to what side. I was sent to the good side and waited patiently when I heard some commotion from the bad side but I wasn't allowed to look. People were yelling and my dog bo was being brutally beaten. People gasped and he ran free, long gone and probably never to be seen again. I sat on the ground crying and miserable. 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.
