I just woke up.. I was in the house I grew up in and my uncle was trying to run it over with a huge car. We were under attack so I was trying to bring everyone to one location. My brother went outside so I went to bring him back in but he had turned into a little boy. I brought him back and asked Chris where is the safest place to hide and he said a closet or the basement. I decided closet in my room was the best because it was the biggest and we could climb out of the top of the house the easest if the house collaped.
So I went into the closet with my family and it turned into a giant long room with a ton of beds. Then we went out an exit and I was in thailand showing everything to my mom. Telling her about the boats as we walked around on very slippery ground. Let's cross in away from the Ocean, then we were on a water slide. Until we end up back in the closet I have a box full of beatiful night gowns and a women is taking them one by one out of my hand..
I've been feeling very closterphobic these days. I keep getting scared that I'm going to get locked in one of those small bathroom stalls and not be able to get out and no one is going to notice for hours..
So I went into the closet with my family and it turned into a giant long room with a ton of beds. Then we went out an exit and I was in thailand showing everything to my mom. Telling her about the boats as we walked around on very slippery ground. Let's cross in away from the Ocean, then we were on a water slide. Until we end up back in the closet I have a box full of beatiful night gowns and a women is taking them one by one out of my hand..
I've been feeling very closterphobic these days. I keep getting scared that I'm going to get locked in one of those small bathroom stalls and not be able to get out and no one is going to notice for hours..
