I was in a large classroom doing some sort of project with Justin Bieber before he got famous. I was a time traveler, I had traveled into the past to tell justin how far he'd go in life. He was older though, maybe 18. He showed me his Instagram, he only had 1,000 followers, I told him he'd have 90 million soon, he didn't believe me.
We were supposed to take our projects home, I insisted on leaving mine because it had multiple pieces to it and it was already completed. I left class and walked down the street to view what it had looked like in the past compared to the future, it was significant. I don't remember what year I went to, but Justin's age was older, I believe the year was 2010.
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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.
