#frienndship

my therapist told me to write down my dreams to help me with my insomnia. I don’t know if it’s gonna work. Anyways. My dreams are pretty much books I continue to write on throughout the nights. Here’s a story I’m currently writing/dreaming on. And yes; it’s DnP for some reason. Enjoy.

Chapter One: Long Time No See

I was sitting in my plane seat, waiting for them to finally open up the doors. I need fresh air again. Everything in here feels so stuffy and cramped. That doesn’t even make sense; I only few for about 2 hours. Who knew a flight from Germany to London could be that uncomfortable? Yeah, me neither. The people next to me were pretty nice though. I haven’t noticed any weirdness like baby screams dieing people throughout the flight so that’s a good thing I guess?

Some stewardess started talking about us having much fun or some shit. I don’t know, couldn’t understand her with my headphones already plugged into my ears. Maybe paying attention for once wouldn’t be that bad after all but my music’s more important to me. Without that I can’t calm down and if I’m not gonna start calming down within the next 5 mins I might get a panic attack, which obviously nobody wants me to get. I can tell you, trying to get your shit together is harder than it sounds.I mean I’ve flown to London without anyone monitoring me. ME of all the people. People could have DIED just by standing next to me. Yes I am that cumsy. I could have walked the wrong way and missed the flight or get lost on the way to the airport or they could loose my luggage. WHAT DID MY MUM THINK ABOUT GOING THERE ON MY VERY OWN? Oh wow nice now my anxiety definitely has gone down … nope.

Nevermind. Long story short, it took the people another 10 mintes to open the damn doors. And OF COURSE I was that lucky to be one of the last ppl leaving the plane … nice.

Still rocking Ed Sheeran in my ears I walked towards the baggage claim area. Why I’m taveling alone, you’re asking? Well, depends on how you look at it. Mum thought it wouldn’t be that hard to get on the right plane and leave the airport at the right exit. She obviously doesn’t know me as good as I thought she would. Well, I’m visiting my lil bro. Okay he’s not actually my LITTLE brother; more like 8 years older and about a head taller than me but hey … who cares, right?

It took me another 10 whole minutes to find the baggage claim, how big even is this damn airport? And our luggage OBVIOUSLY hasn’t even arrived yet. I’m sure it wasn’t more than like 20 minutes all together but it felt like an hour. I’m an unpatient 17 years old little girl, what do you expect? Okay not actually 17… it’s 16. But my birthday’s in 4 days so what?

Just a few more steps till I finally can cuddle my brother again. I haven’t seen him in over a year. No that’s also a lie. I hadn’t had the chance to see him in person for over a year. Yeah, that’s better.

Anyways. So as I was walking down the hallways to the exit I could already make out some girls taking photos on the other side of the glass. Looks like my weird ass brother got bored while he was waiting for me. He really shouldn’t be on twitter that often.

Walking through the green exit I was looking around looking for the weirdo. When I finally saw him I sped up my walk and shouted his name

“Danny!”

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Side note: those are my actual dreams. I did not change the plot. I’m also only gonna add the things that happened in each dream. As I said, it’s supposed to be a journal and not ment to be a full blown Fic but if you’re enjoying it, feel free to give me feedback about my weird ass dreams.

If you want to read it on AO3 the link will be right here

No greater feeling of friendship than  gathering around a table to eat, laugh, and create memories.  ~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis ************ I’m having so much fun at Crescent Moon Lodge in Oklahoma with my dear friends Michele and David Betnard, our hosts, and Sherri, Sherry and Lynne.  Sherri asked me for a little instruction on doing a watercolor of the lake scene right outside the lodge door.…