Once I had a dream that I was with Kristi m. in the Roland Park and we were digging and we found a weird skeleton we wanted to find out who it was but we couldn’t because the next day the hole was filled and Caroline took a rock and was writing on my skin with it and it bled.
The End
*This entry was transcribed form my childhood dream journal. As much as possible I tried to leave spelling/grammar/punctuation as I wrote it in my journal. Note that a common error was leaving out periods, thus stringing multiple sentences together. Very few entries have specific dates, but all seem to have been recorded in 1999. Those that didn’t specify dates, I dated June 1, 1999 or July 1, 1999.
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