I'm not using my real "friends" name, he'll be called john.
I went to Italy, which is where John's house was. I went up there because he had been ignoring me. I walked into his room, he just stared at me, 0 reaction at all so I went back to my room and laid down. I pretended to sleep, he bursts in, gets on top of me and hugs me. I follow him into his room, he blew smoke at me because he was smoking weed. He lived beside some shop, and there was a steep road aswell.
I went into the shop, john was ignoring me again. Anyways some guy had created a bag of chips, only 3 people could have it, I ended up getting one but was told I didn't qualify because I wasnt an Italian. I got mad and walked outside to my rented SUV.
The only other thing I remember is that it was cloudy and 73°
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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.
