My mom and I went downtown to protest, there were a decent amount of people there. We hopped on a bus alongside many other protesters to a parking lot where my moms car was. Once we got off the bus, we found the car. We were driving downtown when a police officer pulls us over because I had "protest attire" on, he also suspected that we were carrying something illegal on us. He grabbed the sealed hot cheeto bag that had an apple in it, but I snatched it from him and threw it down the road, we sped off.
Once we got home my mom decided it was too nice outside to be inside. I was shaving my legs, I had a dull razor that was barley getting my leg hairs off. Finally I found a better razor.
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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.
