Dream Journal 📓
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Last published Sun, Jan 5, 2025
A dream journal abt the dreams I've had that involve the girl I like. I started crushing on her during rehearsals for a show we were in together, (she held my hand so many times on stage by accident, it was wonderful 🤭) and I've liked her a lot since, but I never actually realized until abt a quarter of the way through the show, after an event we were both part of where she wore a really pretty black dress.
Anyway, she's awesome, I definitely like her a lot, and these are all the goofy things my subconscious has made up while sleeping and thinking of her 🥰
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