I was arguing with my moms boyfriend, he slammed the door in my face so I went to my room. There stood young Michael Jackson, like 13 years old. I'm standing there talking to him, he suddenly runs downstairs out the door to walmart. I run to walmart behind him, then lose him. I looked everywhere in Walmart after him, however he was no where to be seen. I never seen him again.

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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.