Category: Writers Block
My sad attempt at humor. will get better I promise
Ali’s Dream Diary
Flying
Ali stormed into her room and flung her backpack on her bed. The stupid therapist wanted her to write a dream diary. Why she needed to write one she didn’t know, she never remembered her dreams anyway but she guessed she’d give it a try.
she pulled out one of her leather bound journals and dated it with the current date.
June, 18, 2003
I had a blue flying car. Why a car I don’t know but it was comfortable. I was flying over lakes and through clouds. I know stupid thing to do but still. Then I landed and the car turned into an eagle. I gawked at for a moment before it picked me up in it’s talons. I screamed bloody murder and it dropped me into a volcano. That was when I woke up.
Ali Sighed and rubbed her eyes. That was the best she could do for now. She closed the book and placed it right next to her bed and went to sleep.
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