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passionate abt jeff buckley, my sweetness, and the oxford comma. also known to enjoy philosophy and listening to the universe. do you talk back sometimes?

maybe dream journaling. digital fiction straight from the dome.

we opened that bid up and inside wasn’t egyptian artifacts per say, it was like a 1940s military wooden trunk for a soldier and then inside had like dog tags, personal items, a duffle bag, and then a handbag that was decrepit that had egyptian hieroglyphs. a few people i know irl helped me open it and we went to show our boss who was my actually boss irl.

when we went back down to the basement there were no lights and for some reason they just ran across the tiles and like they all started to fall. i sat down and just like let everyone pass me so they didn’t knock a tile from underneath me but like while i’m reaching the end, everyone is falling through the tiles and screaming and crying, idk what was under the tiles, my brain said lots of fragile pipes and darkness.

after showing him things i never can in real life, we started the hour journey to the lake house that i share with extended family. before we can get there, the world starts to end via magic. we try to get food at this one fast food place but its overrun by goblins and fae. we detour into the country side where we meet this group of people that aren’t related to each other whatsoever and didn’t know each other before this, but had familial roles. they knew magic and such so we decided it was a good idea to stick with them.

we come across this old stone built farm, where a very very old, centuries old, witch lives. there’s a portal in the barn, and next to the barn is this graveyard where living dead people, vampires, and actual dead people are all either staked or caged into the ground. i suddenly am holding a big fat dog, a pitbull probably. one of the younger boys in our group goes into the portal and all we hear is him screaming in pain when he disappears. the old witch tsked at him and said something about a password. then one of the girls of our group mumbles the password, and the portal glows orange and my boyfriend jumps through. immediately, im terrified he’s dead. i forced the girl to say it again and come with me through the portal, where i find my boyfriend along with a variety of other people in my life including my father. boyfriend and i reunite in tears. in the process of trying to get back through the portal, i wake up.

we would meet up in the bathroom during second period on b days without ever texting one another. there was a relative fifteen minute timeframe we would normally go but we always synced up without telling each other.

we had a whistle for each other. if i knew she would be in a room i’m entering, i’ll whistle at her and she’ll whistle back. if i’m lost in the crowds of hungry teenagers in the cafeteria, i’ll find her with the whistle.

i want to be alone

i want to make music

i want to sit on a window sill in the early morning

i want to explore

i want to create

i want to hide