I was a camp counsellor and the camp had a no phone policy and they told me that but didn't tell me that they'd take my electronics and candy as a counsellor because we weren't allowed anything modern because it was 'evil'. One guy at the camp was deemed too pretty so they beat him with sticks because "men shouldn't be beautiful" and I watched them kill him with sticks. I tried to run to call for help for him but there weren't any phones anywhere.
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dream journal
Randomas soon as i wake up, i write down everything i remember from my dream. it often makes no sense, and is always full of typos, but i have edited them to remove names of real people and make it comprehensible
