February 23, 1990 | Age 12 | Tacoma
Dear Diary,
Some of my most scariest self dreams are that of me losing my permanent teeth somehow. Silly isn't it? I guess I'm a dream person.
Once, in one of my dreams, my brother and I were in a boat about to go over Niagara Falls, when I realized it was only a dream and said to my brother,
"Quincy, I'm going down, but you stay here cause you're a dream person and you would probably die."
Going down Niagara was a splendid sensation, cotton-like I'd say. I love dreams.
*
Lucky people live in two worlds, night world and morning world.
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