I had a dream.
Me running in the forest.
And I came across my family.
My Siberian Husky looked like Smile Dog.
Everyone else was normal.
So we ran to a cliff and stopped.
And I looked over it, and then I turned around and saw Slenderman.
Why would I have these dreams.
My life is so f*cked up.
I think this means something like conflict or whatever...
I have GOT to stop waking up at, like, three o'clock in the morning.
Four hours of sleep and then awake.
I sleep for four hours then I go to school.
What's up bro.
I really wish my dreams would stop being creepypasta related.
It's annoying to talk about to my family and they are like ???.
Anyone know a way to make my brain stop doing creepypasta dreams?
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