Chapter 3

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It's been a few days since I've been to the beach, and yet I've had the same dream each night. I wake up every time I touch the water, I'm starting to wonder if dreams really do have meanings. If they do, what does my dream mean? Am I suddenly scared of the ocean or something? Maybe I should ask my friends, they might know more than I do.
BoyToyTroy: yo, anybody got a dress or a jar of honey?
Ashley404: I have dresses but I doubt you're my size, why do need one anyway?
BoyToyTroy: I gotta get this gurl a dress for prom so I can have her bros tie to give to this other kid and if I give Trish sum honey shes gonna give me a tux jacket that I can give the kid and I'll get some carnival tickets cause he ain't going to the carnival anymore
LukeTheDunce: holy hell dude, why does your life always have so many fucking side quests man?
SamMiles: don't forget you still owe me a few mice
BoyToyTroy: right right
Ashley404: Ew, what do you need mice for?
SamMiles: lab rats
ChillinDylan: hey, does anyone know anything about dream meanings?
Ashley404: Yeah, tell me about your dreams and I'll see what I can get out of them
ChillinDylan: I keep having this dream where I'm at the beach at night and the big rock is completely dry and so is the sand around it, there's this mystery person who asks me about water and walk onto the rock, they tell me to come with them and when I say no the water suddenly starts rising really, really, really fast and covers the rock, the person falls and disappears into the water and it keeps rising, I wake up when the water touches me.
Ashley404: well, I think it might have something to do with your allergy. I think part of you is jealous that you can't go swimming or anything like that and another part of you is scared that something bad might happen because of it someday. Next time you have this dream try going with the person, maybe something different will happen.
BoyToyTroy: yo, can you teech me how to figur out dreams lik that?
Ashley404: Only if you give me a teddy bear and 6 roses
BoyToyTroy: I'll give you the bare for the dress
Ashley404: Deal
ChillinDylan: you guys are all fucking crazy
I log off the chat and turn on some music and open up the document of my autobiography. Maybe I should write about my dream? Would my dream add to the story though? I decide against it. I spend the rest of the day typing away and one of my moms brings me food and snacks periodically and tells me how proud she is of my writing. I must say, I'm really lucky to have such amazing parents.
When I close my Laptop again it's dark out and there's a pile of plates on my desk. I'm tired, and the lack of sleep from my bad dreams likely isn't helpful. I guess it's time to go to bed again, I just hope I don't have that dream again.

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