I have a lot of weird dreams that are kind of complex, like, they literally have a plot line. I guess it's because I read so much but that isn't the point of this story.
Your dreams only make sense to you. Because they're your dreams, they come from your brain. There's probably some interesting science behind it but I'm not a science lover. Google it.
I'm going to tell you a few of my dreams.
A few nights ago, I dreamed that I was a werewolf. But not any werewolf, I dreamed that I was the prettiest, most beautiful werewolf there was. My friend (she wasn't a person in real life, just someone my mind dreamed up) led me to the werewolves' camp. The pack leader gave me a backpack full of clothes and food and stuff. Then she told me to go change. But, the thing is, the bathroom/changing room was unisex, so I walked into one of the changing rooms and two boys were already there, but I hadn't seen them, so I changed. Into a dress. The thing is- I never wear dresses. But it was short and girly and I actually looked okay in it. The boys clapped and stuff and I turn around and slap them in the face. When one of the boys and I walk outside, he says there's someone who wants to see me. But first, he's like, do you want to pretend to be bf-gf? And I say sure. So we walk outside and everything is blue and there's a lot lights everywhere. We go into the little tent and there's Artemis, a greek goddess. She shows me my brother and my father, who she says she can save from whatever or whoever. She showed me a vision of them. But he squeezes my hand and says "don't do it!" so I said no. And she gave me this little thing as a token cause I was "special." Then he and I walked back out and Artemis disappeared. Then we all have a party, because in my dream, werewolves are party animals. Haha, get it? Cause they're animals. *imagine me laughing in a stupid voice*
It was kind of a mix of The Shadowhunter Chronicles, Percy Jackson, and To All The Boys I've Loved Before. Again, Google it.
Thanks for reading! <3
xoxo,
Eve
