My family and I were walking to go to the dollar store when we came across a cat who seemed to be dehydrated and malnourished. I begged my grandma to let me take it home so I could feed it, she wouldn't agree. I then quickly scooped up the cat and ran home. My cat sammy and the cat we found were instant friends. Now it was time to go to my dads shop. I went over there and it had 2 floors. A manager of the store confronted me asking me to clean, but I said I couldnt because of my back.
He huffed and puffed seeming angry, he didn't realize I was the owner's daughter. The store was filled with furniture and wall pieces. At the front, it looked as if it was a small pawn shop. Upstairs was a bathroom with a shower, there were old bath products up ther, like no one has used the shower in upwards of a year.
My dad walked in, and was looking for me. I went in front of the ugly yellow couch to sit down. He said, "these dumb fucking liberals want everything". I stook up and looked him in the face, he said, "wow you've grown". I was over 6 ft tall. I told him, "I'm a liberal" and stormed out the front doors.
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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.