I had a strange dream.
I was at my old childhood home, and I had a friend with me. It was an old best friend of mine, Emily. We were trying to get ready for something. It might have been school but I don't remember.
There was a ghost haunting the house. It could interact with things easily because it had a lot of willpower. It was a young male ghost. He was taking a shower.
Emily and I were scared. I was sitting on the couch and a male figure was consoling me. I don't know who it was, but he was protecting me from the ghost. After Emily and I got ready, we went to a different location.
We had margaritas and I found a street vendor selling pink bottles of alcohol. Emily and I drank it up and it was very good.
Once we got back to the house, Emily and I saw the silhouette of the ghost floating around. I think by the end of the dream, we got used to the ghost. There was more to this dream but I don't remember.
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Raegan's Dreamland
Short StoryA collection of journal entries from my dream journal. -Some original images included-
