I was in a very crowded van, a cute boy was driving, whilst I was riding shotgun. We were stopped at Wendy's, I was handing out peoples food however I felt sad. I laid my head on the window looking outside, Mr. Hamilton pulled up and looked at me weird. The cute boy noticed I was sad, so he told me to lay my head on his shoulder.
I had previously dreamed about going on a date with a cute boy although I don't remember much from that dream.
Both were light skin, tall, normal sized and had brown hair styled with a quiff
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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.
