MY DREAMS & NIGHTMARES
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SHIT GETS WEIRD. Hey yall, this is my dream/nightmare journal! I will try to update every night. If theres no update, it's either because of 1. No dream 2. It just was meaningless and boring, like sitting in a room for an hour. Heads up guys, I have VERY frequent nightmares. If the nightmare is too bad, like too bad for me to even type and publish to the public, I'll skip that night too. Often times those dreams hit a bit close to home. I have those often too, but usually in the forms of sleep paralysis. Anyways yall, have fun reading
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