shzrkliver
Had a dream where some sort of “friend of the family” isolated me and tried doing things, so I ran out the house, snatched up a box or two from the kitchen, grabbed my long board (because for whatever reason i can ride long boards in my dreams) and started getting out of that side of the neighborhood as fast as possible. I just kept going straight, looking and thinking of different places i could hide…until i saw someone i recognized. He was my cousin in a recent dream, but this time he was a can’t-go-home kid i was friends with who hung around the same spot down the road. We ended up sitting down by the bus stop sign in the dying grass, and he started laughing while trying to explain that the only thing he had was a box of cookies with him. And i started laughing harder when I placed my two boxes of cookies and brownies on top of his because sure, we both really like them, and i planned to drop by here anyway…but we had both chosen sweets when running out the house. It was a good ending to such a negative dream.. and i woke up with an absurd amount of drool
shzrkliver
That kid is a real kid who goes on my bus. Every time I see him i feel some sort of “you’re ok, and I’m here for you” thing, which is funny considering I’ve never talked to him before (or had reason to). Maybe I’ll see him again later on in life, and he’ll become a good friend of mine. I think that would be even cooler
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