I was at this store, I wasnt sure what it exactly was, but my guess is a small target. I was in here with my mom, we departed in the store, I met this really cute boy around my age. He was older than me, we connected real well, like love at first sight. We were very touchy with each other, nothing sexual.
We caught a bus, I sat in the same seat as him. I rested my head on his shoulder, he kissed my head. I stayed there until he got off. I didnt ask for his social media or a phone number. I went back to the parking lot of the store I was at to find the car.
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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.
