I had a dream the other night & Dylan's mom was in it, and I'm getting chills writing about it now. The night of the winter formal when we didn't stop by their house for photos beforehand & dylan got beaten for it has been on my mind lately. Or the time his parents came home when we were upstairs & he hid under the dining room table and held his finger to his lips, his mom popped a blood vessel in her eye when she yelled at us.
I'm not sure why I've been thinking about all this out of nowhere, but it's just strange how real my dreams have seemed lately
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